is this the real life?

To say he was taken aback was an understatement. Alfrun spent most of her time off toodling in her own little world of hocus pocus. He couldn’t remember the last time ( or even if there was a last time) he’d seen her anything other than foggy-eyed and focused on things he couldn’t see. So her little rise up made him lean back warily.


And her words stung! He’d never been scolded by his mother because she hadn’t stuck around long enough for that, but he imagined it felt a lot like this. To make matters worse, she spoke about life and death. And he was certain that this witch was a real witch with real understanding about life and death things. All in all he did not like any of this business and he wished he’d stayed in bed. “Okay, okay, I’ll look for it. And yes, I saw it. Little purple bastard, big hoppy feet, killer teeth.” He’d only seen one of those things, but it was now his story and he wasn’t changing it. “You want it caught or killed?” he asked as he started kicking through the underbrush.