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High on a snowy mountain, three trees, neighbors for hundreds of years, exchanged complaints. ‘All we ever talk about is eagle this, hawk that, or oh the bear has twins this year. I, for one, would like to go over to the other side of the valley and see what’s beyond the glacier,’ said the […]

‘I’m going to leave,’ said the broom, wiggling for emphasis. ‘See if I don’t.’ ‘You’ve been saying that for years,’ said the cauldron from its comfortable position above the warmth of embers in the fireplace. ‘And yet you never go. You complain a lot, but you’re quiet as Obadiah when the witch is around. Isn’t […]