The tiger asked: “Is the grass blue or green?” The lion looked at them. “ROAR!” The tiger waited. The donkey waited. The lion scratched himself. The tiger asked again: “So… green?” “ROAR!” The lion walked away.
“I want to thank you again for considering me for your coven. It’s an honor.” Milly bowed, swallowing her anxiety. She had never seen a coven this large before. In her little town, the coven had consisted of her, her mother, and her three-hundred-year-old grandmother.