Great Horned Owl blinked his plastic eyes, turned his head completely around and then flew into the air. He rose higher and higher over the hood looking down on Hag Hideaway. His camera for a brain swept the area below, snapping shots of all there was to see.
Deep in Hag Hideaway, a lone light shone from a window. Dim and yellow, its energy could only light one small part of Hag Manor. Great Horned Owl peered further to see only Hag near the lamp of yellow light. She was reading while laying in a small bed inside a tiny room in back of Hag Manor. There was only the turning of pages of a great book.
The book was so large that Hag had to support it on her thin bony body and reach up to turn the pages. A book on spells and sorcery. How to call dragons and brew storms. When to plant hemlock and thick thorny brambles.
Hag has no cat or dog, she has no chickens or goats. Hag has lizards. Wily lizards that tuck in her sheets and bring her berries from other lands. Hag feeds them with two fingers that hold a morsel at the spiked end of her long nails.
The lizards grab it and run off while others wait their turn. Hag turns another page and watched a spider as it crawled back to the center to spread the pages apart so Hag could read.
Great Horned Owl said to stay away from Hag Hideaway, keep out of Hag Manor and to give Hag eggs and flea spray whenever she asked for it. It would be better that way than what wrath Hag might bring for being stingy with her. I agreed.
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