Good evening, children. It's Granny Madduff, ready with a story. So make yourselves comfy,

and I'll begin.

Once upon a time, there lived a sorceress who had three sons.

They were as close as any brothers could be, but their mother did not trust them.

She thought they wanted to steal her power from her.

So she turned her eldest into an eagle.

He went into the mountains to live and was often seen flying in huge circles in the sky over the forest in which the sorceress lived.

The second, she changed into a blue whale who lived in the ocean.

He swam far and wide, and would often be seen coming to the surface to spray a great jet of water into the air, as whales do.

The youngest son, who was called Dustin, worried his mother might change him into a wild beast,

a bear, or a wolf, or a lion perhaps.

And so he snuck away in the night.

He made his way to the nearest town and found an inn. But they knew him there and wouldn't dare

have him for fear of the witcher's wrath. So he continued on. All day he walked. And when

night fell, he was so tired, he thought he might faint.

It was dark on the road and he could barely see.

Then he heard the crackling of a fire.

Dustin could hear a voice softly singing.

He walked through the trees and came upon a man sitting by the fire singing and roasting a chicken.

Might I sit by your fire, sir? Dustin asked.

You are most welcome, young man, he said. You look. "'You might have a bite of chicken once it's done.'

"'I would be in your debt, sir, for I am quite hungry,' Dustin replied.

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