The real witch : fuck you already.
Poetess : what happened?
The real witch : I am voting.
Where are the aliens when you need them so much.
Poetess : some joke comes on mind.
Old fly is breaking the window.
Young fly is watching for about an hour.
Young fly: why are you keep breaking the window?
It is open.
Old fly ( almost. ..): what?
(Looking at the open window)
Don't look for easy way out.
The real witch: working with head.
Poetess: let's get this squirrel from the tree.
