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"The witches case ", part 2.
Judge : let me ask.
For this type of event why don't you use any magic book and save every one's time.
Grandma Witch : we are not allowed use any type of magic or spells,
Our word should be good enough.
We are natural healers, not magicians.
Narrator : they want someone else to do the job.
Judge : I am beg you a pardon?
Grandma Witch : let's just all calm down.
Narrator : I am sorry, Hell is my sensitive subject.
Grandma Witch : I think if we could use anything, we would do it long time ago.
Judge : what is the case? \

"The witches case".
Judge : what's the point in this story?
Poetess : practice makes perfect.
Judge : I see few women and few men,
Are they the witches?
Poetess : yes.
The real witch : may I protest.
Witchcraft is beauty magic, it's passion, knowledge and strict skills.
I don't see any talent for unseen here,
Plus I am sorry those women are agly.
So they can't be called witches.
Judge : how should we call them?
Narrator : may I say briefly.
Few times I've been advised from  the complaint side as well to send them to Hell, but this not going to happen.
Grandma witch : why not?
Narrator : I know how it will end up.
It will end up in Church.
Praying and asking for forgiveness.

Poetess: I wrote a story!

Inner voice: I am sure middle aged women will be very happy.

Poetess: what middle age?

I am not even sixty.

Inner voice: I hate working too.

Poetess (thinking of where to hide weights at work): what's wrong with it?

Inner voice: being a nice person at my work is a curse.

Poetess: I read in newspaper about some company,

Few employees got poisoned and they sued the company.

The fridge didn't work all weekend, first thing on Monday, bym..

Inner voice: we are not so lucky.

Poetess: I wrote a story (looking at the mirror) about some one else

And I think I need professional advise about where shall I go with it.

Inner voice: I have a friend for that.

Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: what's your name boy?

Poetess: boy? Irina.

Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: the mostest and importenest thing is grammar

And you have to know what a h..eck you are talking about.

Poetess (writing): the mostest importenest thing..

Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: yes, I was surprised myself

When the nurse started to take off my clothes.

Poetess: the nurse?

Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: no, the horse was after, or before...

Let me think my beautiful ladies.

Poetess (kind of melting with a smile): thank you...

Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: me to, I am thanking only the ambulance.

I was writing a poem about farm,

Special edition Mister Taker had a horse, pig, chickens and pit bulls,

I had to ride all of them myself,

Grandma with stupid questions, she was the last one.

Poetess: you were riding grandma?

Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: she said she was single.

We have to trust people.

Mister Taker had something else too, but since the children might read,

We can't talk about any weapons, especially illegal.

It was a poem for the police.

Nice detective, gave me a pillow to sit down,

We were writing for a year..

Poetess: and what happened?

Specialist in women, dogs and poetry: Peter? who is Peter?

You?

Poetess : my name is Irina.

Specialist in women, dogs and poetry :

What I was doing in the air?

I was asking this question myself:

What I am doing in the air with a laundry bag?

What am I doing in the air at all.

Five minutes, lovely conversation between birds and myself.

Wind must be changed the direction,

That was the third nurse explanation,

The one with wings didn't explain anything,

Told me to get ... out and start .. working.

And I am working my friends,

Teaching children and adults,

We are writing new story

" Penguin versus Trax, the dinosaur"..

Poetess : let's shake this old dirty bag for some news.

(Shaking the bag): hmm, money!

You know, I save shit every where

And then I don't remember where I saved it.

Inner voice : you know, you have never written me a beautiful love poem.

Poetess : about what?

Inner voice ( loud with questions in the voice) : pardon me?!

Poetess ( suspiciously ): about us?

Inner voice : you wrote about cabbages..

Poetess : it was for my Golden cabbage award.

Inner voice : wrote about fish and chips, one week dinner, wrote about cheesecake.

Poetess : cheesecake?

Inner voice : yeah, the one was on my face.

Poetess (happily): may be we were doing something romantic?!

Inner voice : not with the box.

Poetess (loud): since I paid the price

(showing a bus ticket $3,75),

The Golden cabbage award is better to be mine.

I will be slightly dressed on my ears and

Will read my best poem of the year:

They were f..ing all over the place...all night ..

Inner voice (chokes on a cup of tea): who? us?

Poetess : no! the dogs!

I am writing only about reality,

Puppies and kittens are my mom's home business.

Poetess is napping in the bathroom (work).

Poetess (mad): the witches are bothering me all day.

Screaming my name like I do something wrong

When I do nothing at all.

I already think something bad

And all it was some call to help.

This how they talk.

Inner voice : good morning mad woman!

Poetess: I forgot what I wanted to write.

Inner voice : may be so f..k them but not literally.

The real witch : and would you stop using word witch please for any wild female at your work place.

Thank goodness I don't have to work.

Poetess : my piggy bank.

Inner voice : why is it bigger then a baby cow?

Poetess is holding the Golden Cabbage award:

Thank you very much the cabbage new owner, me,..

I have everything, all I want is the money.

Poetess again: I didn't write it?

Spanish woman from work is smiling shyly:

Donald Trump lover not literally... linda.

Every one is laughing, especially the Spanish woman,

And the laughing sounds like ..

Poetess ( covers her mouth):

This why I think about witches ..

In the gum.

Poetess: I want to get in shape and start running again,

Like marathon.

Inner voice : then you have to do it,

Not talk about it!

Every one is sweating near air conditioner,

Poetess and Inner voice are drinking hot coffee.

Poetess looks little bit ... but apparently red home made lipstick makes a huge difference.

Please don't ask her the receipe because no man in ... will ...her..

Inner voice : why so many dots? Will be a surprise!?

Poetess: it's hot and then you gain weight too.

I have to watch programs about obesity and what it does to force myself go to the gym...

Inner voice : What's on your head?

A tail ?! Whose tail?!

Poetess swear a little

Mister Lottery : why don't you kiss me?

Not in the cheek!

Not in the lips either!

 Almost every one (nervous): where, where to kiss?!

Inner voice : I am like elephant,

I remember shit..

I forget only where I left my keys,

Where I left my phone, where I left my wallet,

Where I parked the car..

What am I talking about?

In the bus.

Grandma witch, mama witch and sister witch are waiting for papa witch.

Inner voice is holding garlic, onion, carrot, potatoes, salt and paper for protection.

Grandma witch (knowledgeably): that's to make soup.

Inner voice mumbles something unclear.

Sister witch: one "dream of an idiot" came true.

Poetess: why this bus has two different numbers on it?

Inner voice (thinking): why do I always want more then any one else?

Poetess: I don't know what to write here,

I don't know much about witches,

It will be unfinished story.

Inner voice (starts to worry): what?

(Nicely): don't you have few girlfriends at work.

Go, spend some time together..

Friends to each other: we are here to help our friend,

So stuff your face in the mud.

Beautiful lady is reading a book "How turn beautiful lady into a frog"

On the vacation.

Inner voice : you said you want everything to be natural!!!

Poetess : A bear!? Wolves!?! House on the cliff?!!

Bushes?! Where is the bath room?!

Inner voice: in the bushes..

Poetess: Buenos Aires! ( translator: good morning!)

Inner voice: Buenos Aires! (good morning!)

Poetess: what happened?

You look like you had fight with lion and lost..

Inner voice: what about with a smaller animal?

Poetess : like a cat?

Inner voice : yes, like a cat..

Audience: is the story will ever be finished or we have to listen it until we ..?

Inner voice: I feel great today!

Audience: stupid subscribe forever button.

Inner voice: where is my binoculars?

Audience: what are you going to do now?!

Are you going to read it again?!

Inner voice: I feel great today..

Open your eyes like bird open wings. .

Lie down with a woman and ... (hides paper from Playboy)

Audience: and!?

Inner voice: Oh, sorry, wrong paper..

Grand kids, you know.. university exams,

Have to babysit... they are burning my stuff..

Okay, here..

Poetess ( holding cabbage in front of the audience) Thank you very much for this award,

It means a lot to me!

Inner voice ( clapping hands proudly): We are going to have cabbage for dinner!

Inner voice kicks the entrance door, throws his jacket and bags with food, dog food, cat food, hamster treats and special bag with other items on the floor and shouts:

I am home slats!

The slats: are you fucking out of your mind!?

Inner voice ( thinking at the same time as the slats are speaking): I fucking out of my mind!

The sluts: let him go to the store alone and he comes back completely insane.

Inner voice (thinking): I am completely insane!

The sluts: he is drunk!

Inner voice ( thinking ): I am drunk!

Hamster, cat and dog are waiting.

Inner voice: my beauties,

I didn't know you are home..

I ate uncooked mushroom I think. ..

"Smotchie kiss" (the dog's name):

Good thing they don't fight too long ....looove. ...

Almost my massage time..

"Slat" (the cat): I am pregnant.

They gave me this name and think

I will go outside and will mind my own business?

But with the black cat?.. on the pine trees at the rush hour?!

I had never expected that from myself ..

"Barbie" (the hamster): fucking bullshit,

No one checks anything.

Running every day in pink clothes, in the pink wheel,

In the pink hamster house,

And I am a fucking boy!

Then every one shakes me (shakes his feet like it's thunderstorm): where are the babies?!

"Slat" ( the cat): you can play with mine..

"Smotchie kiss " (the dog): listen Barbie..