"Uncle!! Uncle!!! Uncle Josh" The boy shouted.
"Come on Deena, hurry up!! Didn't I tell you about uncle Joshua, the storyteller, when you asked about the stories"
"Yes, I remember him" she replied. Three of them sat on the old trunk boxes near the road.
Joshua turned to the kids.
"Okay kids, so you want to hear a story. What about the story of three giant rocks and goldfish.
" Nooo, uncle I want a new one" boy nodded.
Joshua looked across the road. An old woman was walking slowly. "Then what about the story of old gray witcher? " he asked.
"Sure," they answered and bend to him. Josh started with a low and steady voice.
A long time ago, there lived an old gray witcher lady in a forest. She was named gray witcher, it was because all her face, and hands were gray. Nobody knew her real age. She was famous as a witty witcher. She lived alone in a forest filled with fireflies, but she never felt alone, cause she flew around the world sitting on her dusty big broom. She used to solve the problems of people.
One day on her way return to home, she met a guy with a bald head. He had a very gloomy face. His nose was too long and pointed. He said he is starving for seven days and asked for some food. Then the kind gray witcher hurriedly picked him up back on her magic broom and asked him to hold the broom tight. They flew up in the sky among clouds to the city inn. The man eats a lot and the witcher paid gold coins to the owner. Then the poor man thanked her tons, but on the way back he start to think. "This magic broom is very powerful, if I got this, I can go anywhere around the world. I can do whatever I want and fly away with this." He was behind the witcher. The cunny man thought of a way to own the magic broom.
Then shouted " Oh my!!!!, it is firing, there's a fire back there. The witcher said "ok, don't be afraid. lets jumped down together and she jumped." On the ground, she saw that the man was on the broom teasing her. She was so angry. She screamed, "How greedy disgusting man is you, I helped you, but you didn't even care. You thief, you stole my magic broom." I will teach you a good lesson. After that, she sat on the ground and started to spell.
The broom started to get fire. The man was so frightened to hell. He begged her to save his life. He was indeed a coward, he couldn't even hop from the broom. Then she whispered, " Broom, Broom, magic broom, listen to me. Follow my orders. Bring that man to the ground. Make my wish fulfilled. " The magic broom and man came down. Though the fire has been finished, the man was so afraid and tried to run away. But the witcher tied his legs with her magic and caught him. "How dare you, steal my broom. Don't you know I am a witcher?" The lady roared. The poor man couldn't speak a word. It was so terrifying to see the witcher's face. Her large long nose holes seem to drown him. Her pointed teeth were ready to eat him. He could see her long blue color tongue behind the teeth. Her eyeball was a hole and flames of red fire were inside the hole.
"Deena, Tom !!! Where are you kids" lighter sound of a woman came through the road? At once Tom holds Deena's hand and raised it. "Uncle hurriedly tell us what happened at the end."
" Gray witcher forgives him, but he never did rob. Because whenever he thinks about robbing he remembered the horrifying face of the gray witcher. The two kids thanked and ran away giggling and jumping all over the road.
" Hail gray witcher!!
Kind gray witcher!!
Hail gray witcher!!" They sang all the way home.
It is the end of the day. I'm Josua and known as a storyteller in this city. I have a big fan base of small kids. But the anti-fans are also there. Anti-fans were the parents of kids. They always complained that I am putting rubbish on their children's heads. But neither I nor the parents could stop the children from listening to my stories. . . . . . . It's almost been several years since I started to serve as a laundry keeper in this small city named "Carina". Carina was named by a beautiful nebula in the sky. There were pictures of it drawn by astrologists in the city library and the nebula quiet seemed like sea waves kissing the sea show. It was quite a romantic drawing to me. I always wonder who drew it and I fell in love with the same porpoise again and again whenever I see that drawing.