Chapter 5 (2/2)
quill began to cry and roll, and the ink started to se on the paper
”Witch it was obviously written to me, you just don't keep proo, you dirty me and whine…”
Wooden stool: “The witch sits on an to quarrel again: “Witch, witch and witch…, take h!
”Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Believe it or not, I will lift yourwitch bellowed deeply
Suddenly, all the sounds disappeared
But for one second –
”Whoooa, whooa, whoa, witch shout for roup of little bastards was not enough, so the witch sian to pretend to chant incantations
Suddenly, the old quill that had always been silent, cleverly fell on the ground from the drawer She bent down and picked it up, but heard the old quill saying, “Witch, you should be careful when you go out, don't worry us”
All the furniture that heard the old quill was silent
In fact, the furniture didn't pester her just because they wanted to go outside to play, they were just… worried about her wandering outside alone
”Witch, what if you don't bring me, what if you are thirsty?” said the kettle
”Witch, if you don't bring ?” said the quill
”Witch, if you don't bring me, what if you don't have money, you can sell me for food,” said the candlestick
She looked down sadly, quietly wiped away tears from her eyes, and her voice was hoarse
”Okay, don't worry about me, I will be fine, and don't you see who I am”
”You are a witch!” The furniture replied in unison
”When I auard the swamp for ic wand into her skirt, but heard the old quill saying, “Witch, can I ask you one thing?”
”Yeah”
”Can you bringwith you too? I want to find a very ian to tell a story about itself - froo, just when it was still a semi-finished product, the old craftsman who made the quill was unfortunately scratched by a knife, and the doctor told the old craftsman that it would be better not to make a quill
”But, if I don't finish these pens, how pitiful they are” The old crafts which the engraving pens needed to be complete
”They are feathers that I carefully selected toand hardening the to be carefully packaged and sent to those in need, but my wound had turned them into a pile of waste”
The old craftsman did not want his efforts to be lost, and he endured the pain to carve them one by one
The old quill was sad “I was the last quill When he carved ain”
The witch put it in her skirt with the ic wand
”I want to say thank you to him personally, witch In return, I will tell you a secret”