It was an average day here in Massachusetts, warm and crisp, but something was wrong. There had been tell of witches roaming our country, and any suspicious actions were supposed to be reported immediately. Suddenly, a mounty came riding into town with two screaming girls. He was taking them to the town council, so I decided to follow him.
As I peeked into the window of the town hall, I heard the mounty speak about witchcraft and how he had found the young girls prancing about the wood chanting eerie songs. As I looked closer, I realized that one of the girls was my friend Mary. She would never do witchery, not ever! I heard the councilmen talk of a stake and fire. The next day, Mary was a pile of ashes on the ground.
