If was once told of a witch who would, if she was in the mood, grant wishes to passersby. But she was in a terrible mood, for the king had pass a law against witchcraft in the land. All the witches fled, but Marica, the White Witch, had stayed, for she had a plan. She soon casted a spell that cause the king to go insane. He would acted wild, like a wolf, at the dinner table and grabbed at women like they were gold money.
But the king had jump out the window and ran on housetops, for his sense of smell grew so strong, that he had found his prey, the one who had cursed him. He jumped on the wall, dispatched the guards, not killing them, and ran into the wild. He then burst into Marica's house and told her that if she doesn't undo this, he'll kill her.
Marica said, "Thy say thee will eat of my flesh and drink of my blood, but I can strengthen the spell and thy shall jump into thee cold lake, next to my little cottage and freeze."
Before the witch could strengthen the spell, the king leaped onto Marica and her scream echoed through the forest. Then, the king was back to normal, and he couldn't believe what he had done. He never spoke of it to anyone. He then let the witches back and never again did he go crazy.
The Moral of this Story is: Don't fight fire with fire, or it'll make both disapper.
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