The Witchy Boo-Boos of Halloween Night
The Spell Gone Wrong
Hazel, Griselda, and Moondrop weren't your average witches. For one thing, their brooms had more duct tape than straw, and their black cat had defected to the neighbor's porch two Halloweens ago.
But this year, the sisters had big plans.
"We're taking over the town!" Hazel declared, waving her wand like she was conducting an orchestra. "Every man, woman, and child will croak as frogs by midnight!"
Unfortunately, Hazel had a small problem: she never read instructions all the way through. So, when she mispronounced the spell, instead of turning the townsfolk into frogs… she turned herself into one. With a pop and a puff, there sat Hazel, slimy and green, blinking her bulgy eyes.
Griselda laughed so hard she fell into the cauldron.
But before she could crawl out, poof! she too was a frog. Then Moondrop, in her attempt to "fix it immediately," only managed to hop right into the same trap.
Three frog-witches croaked in chorus under the moonlight, glaring at each other from the pumpkin patch, so much for world domination.
From Frogs to Goats - Total Incompetence!
As frogs, the sisters had limited spell-casting power, but Griselda—always the bossy one—was determined to fix their slimy situation. She hopped onto a toadstool, puffed up her throat, and croaked out a forgotten rhyme she half-remembered from Witch School:
"Eye of newt, tail of bat,
Get us out of this, and fast at that!"
The air shimmered, the ground shook, and then—BOOM! Gone were the frogs. Success? Well… not exactly.
Instead of returning to their witchy selves, they were now goats. Yes, goats. With witch hats perched between their horns and long, crooked noses somehow still attached, they stood bleating on the side of a windswept mountain.
Hazel tried to bleat with authority: "We're… still… powerful!" But the only thing that came out was "Maaaahhh!"
The goats slipped and slid on the rocks, their robes caught on branches, and one of them even started nibbling on her own spellbook. Scary? Not so much. Spectacularly ridiculous? Absolutely.
Bikini Witches in Bali - It All Went South!
By now, Moondrop was done. "We are never going to make it to town at this rate," she bleated, stomping a hoof.
Determined, she concentrated harder than ever before, her goat-eyes glowing green. "This time, no mistakes!"
The mountain swirled. The goats spun like tops. A burst of fireworks filled the sky. And then—swoosh!—the sisters found themselves lying on soft sand with the sun beating down.
WHAT!
They were back in their witchy bodies! But there was one small catch: instead of flowing black gowns, they were now squeezed into neon bikinis!
Hazel's funky swimsuit sagged in all the wrong places, Griselda's hat flopped over her sunglasses, and Moondrop's green skin was already turning a suspicious shade of sunburn.
Each held a martini glass that didn't even have a paper umbrella, staring in disbelief at the turquoise waves rolling in.
Hazel finally slumped back in her lounge chair. “Maybe… just maybe… Halloween isn't our thing."
Griselda raised her glass. "To ghosts. Let them handle the haunting! We suck."
The three witches clinked their witchy potions together in defeat.
And so, on that Halloween night, while the rest of the world celebrated spooks and scares, three witches in bikinis sat in Bali, drinking martinis, and admitting once and for all—they were better at beach vacations than at being scary.
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