University of Quindío
Modern Languages Program
Professor Vela
Ana
Yizeth Arias
April 26, 2013
Another
story about a wicked witch
Once upon a
time, near a long, crystal clear, bluish, beautiful, and enormous
river, there was an old, big, pretty, popular, quiet, and productive city. In
this city lived a couple. The husband was a handsome, strong, able, honest,
thin, blonde, and tall man. He worked responsibility in the
forest. The younger wife was beautiful, thin, blond, pure, patient,
well, soft, just, sweet, and happy woman. She frequently helped to people. Beside,
in a dark, bad, cloudy, and thick forest lived an old, ugly, and wicked witch.
She was making carefully a magic potion for eternal youth. But, she
had not the last ingredient. She needed an innocent and pure soul. The witch
wanted to rob easily the girl's soul. One day, the
witch changed quickly her ugly face for an innocent face,
and she visited the girl´s house. The innocent girl opened slowly the
heavy door, and she immediately felt a cold air, and she fell asleep. The
wicked witch had a dangerous knife, and she wanted to drag sadly the
girl’s soul. Suddenly, the husband arrived opportunely to the house, and he
with her arc shot exactly an arrow to the witch’s head, and the wicked
witch died immediately. The husbands set fire to the witch's head.
Finally, they lived happily ever after.
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