Entering the witch's cave, I couldn't help but rave about the scrumptious smells that filled the still night air... a luscious scent that all but lured me there. So delicious and so sweet, the smell of home-cooked meat. Having caught the scent from far away, I could not stand the suspense. I ran through the forest, and countryside, jumping many a picket fence. Finally I reached the little cave along the oceanside to see what wonderful surprise was being boiled or fried. My situation was getting rather dire when I saw a big, black cauldron sitting o'er a fire. But when I saw what was being cooked, my heart sank in my chest. I felt a little nauseous, and quite a bit depressed... for a little woman dressed in black was reaching for a spatula... and then I saw her happily flip over a tarantula!Birth sign: Virgo
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