Witch Pet Newt: Hand Drawn
The Witch was thinking about Newt again. Newt was a caring angel with red arms and slimy hands, for instance.
The Witch walked over to the window and reflected on her beautiful surroundings. She had always loved magical Sidney with its empty, harsh houses. Besides, it was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel delighted.
Then the Witch saw something in the distance, or preferably someone. It was the caring figure, in particular. Then, the Witch thought, she always wanted a pet Newt.
Witch gulped. Then, she glanced at her reflection. She was a kind, bright, tea drinker, with tall arms and moist hands. For example, her friends saw her as a weary, wandering witch. Once, she had even saved a strange kitten that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a kind person who had saved a strange kitten that was stuck in a drain was prepared for what Newt had in-store today.
The sun shone like walking salamander, making Witch lonely. Then the Witch grabbed a magic spell that had been strewn nearby; Then, massaged it with her fingers.
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