The Bad one (counting the money): I am waiting and waiting a beautiful story about me.
Inner voice: how much money do you have?
Is it the same from yesterday by a chance.
Poetess: I am feeling s..k.
Grandma Witch: my friends!
Nice lady: witches again?
Aunt: do I look like a witch?
Well, thank you..
Grandma Witch: may be this is my last name.
The Bad one: you people like money more then I do.
What about the story?
Inner voice: we are scared.
Poetess: it was dark.
Grandma Witch: and?
Poetess: and I heard somethingwhile driving in the car, a voice.
Inner voice: I bet it was a wild animal trying to escape from the road.
Poetess (crossing): no, never.
It's not funny.
Aunt: I still think it was the radio.
Inner voice: a squirrel?
The Bad one: it wasn't me for sure.
I don't hide in the dark, you can't see anything.
Grandma Witch: it's artistic mind.
Inner voice: those artists society calls pain in the ass.
They don't go to college or university,
Mostly up to not good.
Aunt: any way, it was dark, some one said something and ?
Poetess: next time it was s cloud on the sky.
Inner voice: we like photography..
