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Challenge: 28, Children
Crossover Subject: Discworld
Crossed With: Fairy Tales
Discworld books referenced: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 430
Title: I Aten't Gingerbread
The knock at the front door was light and hesitant, as if the knocker was scared to find out who might answer.
And scared they should be. No one ever knocked on a witch's front door. That's what back doors were for. Front doors were more of a decoration for witches, and right now Granny Weatherwax was open to making a decoration of the knocker's head for interrupting her tea time.
She opened the hardly used door to find. . . nothing. Well, there was nothing until the nothing suddenly tugged at her dress, forcing her to look down. In the place of nothing stood something actually quite close to nothing: two small children, a boy and a girl, who were dressed in tattered fabric too dirty to even be considered anything remotely related to clothes. From the looks of it, their last meal must have been the leftovers from an Ogg family picnic.
That is to say, nothing.
At their feet were a smattering of breadcrumbs clinging to the remnants of what could have possibly been the thrice-removed cousins of shoes. The boy looked at Granny, wiped his nose on the merest whisper of a sleeve, and then, quite unexpectedly, kicked the door jamb.
"S'not gingerbread. Just wood." He frowned, as if this were all Granny's fault.
"No, snot's on your arm," she snapped. "And yes, this is wood. Now stop kicking it before it kicks back."
The boy scowled but stopped. A witch could make anything do anything and Granny was pleased to see he at least respected that.
Just then, an idea occurred to her. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the siblings, and then nodded, satisfied. "Wait here."
They didn't have to wait long. She returned quickly and thrust a package at them. "You want the house about an hour east of here. You'll need the bread to find your way. Trust me. I'm not the with you want." Granny leaned forward until her nose was not even an inch away from the children's faces. "I'm worse."
Granny Weatherwax stood on her porch and watched as the children quickly disappeared from view, leaving a trail of dust, crumbs, and body odor in their wake. Technically, what she had said was true. She was the worst witch around.
Considering that Black Aliss had been dead for quite a few years. The worst thing that old hag could accomplish now was perhaps give some worms a bit of indigestion.
The next day, passersby found a new sign out in front of Granny's house.
"I ATEN'T GINGERBREAD."
Crossover Subject: Discworld
Crossed With: Fairy Tales
Discworld books referenced: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 430
Title: I Aten't Gingerbread
The knock at the front door was light and hesitant, as if the knocker was scared to find out who might answer.
And scared they should be. No one ever knocked on a witch's front door. That's what back doors were for. Front doors were more of a decoration for witches, and right now Granny Weatherwax was open to making a decoration of the knocker's head for interrupting her tea time.
She opened the hardly used door to find. . . nothing. Well, there was nothing until the nothing suddenly tugged at her dress, forcing her to look down. In the place of nothing stood something actually quite close to nothing: two small children, a boy and a girl, who were dressed in tattered fabric too dirty to even be considered anything remotely related to clothes. From the looks of it, their last meal must have been the leftovers from an Ogg family picnic.
That is to say, nothing.
At their feet were a smattering of breadcrumbs clinging to the remnants of what could have possibly been the thrice-removed cousins of shoes. The boy looked at Granny, wiped his nose on the merest whisper of a sleeve, and then, quite unexpectedly, kicked the door jamb.
"S'not gingerbread. Just wood." He frowned, as if this were all Granny's fault.
"No, snot's on your arm," she snapped. "And yes, this is wood. Now stop kicking it before it kicks back."
The boy scowled but stopped. A witch could make anything do anything and Granny was pleased to see he at least respected that.
Just then, an idea occurred to her. She narrowed her eyes as she looked at the siblings, and then nodded, satisfied. "Wait here."
They didn't have to wait long. She returned quickly and thrust a package at them. "You want the house about an hour east of here. You'll need the bread to find your way. Trust me. I'm not the with you want." Granny leaned forward until her nose was not even an inch away from the children's faces. "I'm worse."
Granny Weatherwax stood on her porch and watched as the children quickly disappeared from view, leaving a trail of dust, crumbs, and body odor in their wake. Technically, what she had said was true. She was the worst witch around.
Considering that Black Aliss had been dead for quite a few years. The worst thing that old hag could accomplish now was perhaps give some worms a bit of indigestion.
The next day, passersby found a new sign out in front of Granny's house.
"I ATEN'T GINGERBREAD."