Sad Hag

The hood is changing and Hag feels sad. Sad because Hag is being left behind in the rush to green lawns and paint houses. Hags don't have their homes painted nor do they green their lawns. They do covet their bushes and brambles and they do love shacks and trees that keep sunlight from them. But Hag is sad, a sad hag is Hag. Her spiders spin and the squirrels scurry for the odd bits of this and that that Hag needs for her potions and spells but there is only one other hag within miles now of Hag. That hag keeps company with dogs, lots of dogs, all of them recovered from alleys that she roams, night and day, looking for leftover whatnot. But Hag just doesn't care for dogs and so she shuns the other hag and does not invite her for a day of potion making or spider spinning.

Some ten or twenty years ago there were plenty of hags around. Then they began to disappear and families moved into their dwellings painting and planting lawns. This of course makes it uncomfortable for other hags and they too soon look for dwellings that have little paint or patches of green. Hard to find nowadays, a hag hideaway. Hag owns her own dwelling and keeps it the way she likes it. The spiders like it and so do the squirrels but the neighbors? Not so much and so they don't come to Hag for a potion or two. They shun her, and now she's holed up and pissed off.

What will Hag do? I have not a clue but a pissed off hag is not something to tangle with, that's for sure.