Posted by Jeroboam Jones on January 15, 1999 at 19:46:42:
Bin studyin' on those questions you ask'd. Sure ask some strange things, ma'am.
Flyin'? Closest I ever come to flyin' was divin' out a window when the magistrate caught me with his wife. Don't know about tarot cards or runes. (I c'n read tea leaves.) An' I don't have nothin' to do with spirits,'ceptin' the kind you drink--like that fine rum o' yers, Miz Sassy.
But I like spendin' time with women who stay out late. Knew lotsa those career women in London who made calls in the wee hours. We didn't read, though.
Potions an'such...well, I came make a right fine decoction for a horse with nightmares, a paste fer warts, an' I know a potion for the gleet, which, considerin' the morals o' these young ladies in the village, mought come in handy.
An', Miz Sassy, if you an' yer carpet'd like to set down at my place Saturday night, I have some tested an' true love bath herbs.
P.S. Ma'am, have you bin givin' potions to Miz Crone? She give me some awful tea t'other night. I fed it to my tomcat. It took off with a yowl an' terrorized the lady cats fer two days.
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