by
Kohaku Kozuki
Ome here, everyone!
Bored kids, crying kids, yawning kids,
Everyone, come here.
I will tell you an interesting story.
I'm a witch.
Don't need to be scared, kids.
Of course, I LOVE little children, yam, but
don't worry, I will not eat you.
So, come closer to me.
I will tell you a story of one of my clients.
That was the time I just started being a witch.
My first client was a handsome young man.
He was in a nice suit, and his very first wish was
"want to be rich"
I asked him, "What are you going to do once you are rich?"
He answered, "Not much to do. I just want to see what it is like."
I granted the young man's wish.
As I handed a pot to him, I explained,
"When you want to get money out of it, chant this:
(Money, money, my dear treasure, come out and see me now!)
When you think it is enough:
(Thank you, the great power of the witch!)
You should shout these words at the pot"
The man went home, delighted.
On arriving home, he closed the door, and made sure he was alone.
He looked into the pot and whispered.
"Money, money, my dear treasure, come out to see me now!"
Instantly, there came a flow of bright golden coins out of the pot.
The man was extremely happy, dancing with the pot in his hands, caressing it, and smiling broadly.
Meanwhile, the golden coins kept coming out...
After a while, the man became too tired to dance. He held the pot and
tried to stop the flow of coins.
He realized a very important fact.
That is, he could not remember the chant to stop the coins.
Sweating, he hit the pot, cried, begged, but
the coins, of course, did not stop.
Flows of flows,
and then,
the coins pressed him flat,
filled the house,
and finally
It stopped.
I was watching it all through this crystal.
The man never come to see me again...
This is the end of my story.
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