The with hovers in the smmocky fog trying to escape the sun light.

The witch’s revolting head is like a reptiles skin coming of.

Her mionstrous toungue was likev a arrow shooting for a tree.

Her narrow claws were as dangerous and sharp as a bees stinger.

The witch’s loose and putrid teeth are like revolting dead birds.

Her long and disgusted smile was hooribble enough to make people faint.

A wicked thought arrived inn her mind

splash,

squash,

crunch ,

boom.