Everyone Wins

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It seems there is problems in the forest, Witch problems. What will the forest creatures do?

Submitted: August 27, 2018

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Submitted: August 27, 2018



Peadmorten Gadhopper was the sort of woodland creature that humans seldom see. And if a human just happen to get a glimpse of one, well, they would generally think that they were just imagining things.

Peadmorten Gadhopper was a Mist-Goblin, and a fine Mist Goblin he was too.

He was not the mischievous kind of Goblin that was always causing problems, no, he was a kind hearted old ghost-like inanity that had a liking for doing good deeds. But he did not like taking credit for his good deeds, no, he found it much more enjoyable to remain anonymous.


One foggy morning Peadmorten, he goes by the name of Mort, was busy sharpening his frightening-fangs on a Gritty-stone when he heard a Wee-Smidgen of a voice say, "Pardon me, Mr. Gadhopper, might I have a moment of your time."

Mort stopped chewing on the stone and looked to his right, then he looked to his left, then he looked everywhere else that was not beyond his vision's range. He saw no-one.

The Wee-Smidgen of a voice was heard again, saying, "Here I am Mr. Gadhopper, I am at the base of the stone-mountain that you were chewing on."

Mort bent over very far, and then he used his adjustable close-up vision eye to search the base of the stone.

"Ah, there you are!" Mort exclaimed as he saw the meal-worm sized Centipedian Manyfootous. Then Mort inquired, "And how might I help such a small worm with so many feet?"

"I am Cecil B. Demillepede the Centipedian Manyfootous and the creatures of the forest have sent me to barter with you for a favor."

Mort scratched his pointed head with the prongs of his spiny tail and asked, "What is the favor you ask?"

Using many of its appendages, the tiny worm replied with great dramatic motions, "We ask your help in banishing one particular human from this forest.

This human is a Practicing Magus of Medicine, a witch of potions and elixirs, and she has not been instructed using the proper channels; at least it does not appear that she has.

She has not served in any apprenticeship that we can relate to and she has never mentioned any Wizard, Warlock or Witch of Potions during her chants. She is a Want-to-be without a heart."

Mort intervened by asking, "Why would those things deserve banishment? It is well known that some humans have a great desire to do things that they have no experience in doing and no training either; their systems of governments attest to that.

I think they call that habit of theirs, (Experimentation), some just say that they are (Winging It)."

"That is true," Cecil stated, then he went on to explain, "but the root of the problem is not what she attempts to do, the problem is the dark methods she uses while doing them. You see, she is using the creatures of the forest as ingredients for her potions and brews. And what is even worse, she kills a creature simply because she wants to use a single part of it. You know, like the Eye of a Newt, the Heart of a Frog, the Ankle-bone of a Deer, the Liver from a Fox, etc., etc., and so on. These ridicules potions make a lot more humans sick than they make un-sick.

When the human complains of feeling worse after taking her first potion then she sells them a different potion to cure the new ailment that she created. The real cure to the ailment she created is to stop taking her potions altogether. In fact, when they stop taking the first potion and start taking the second potion then they feel better because the second potion is just water and honey; we've watched her make the stuff."

Again Mort scratched his pointed head with the prongs of his tail and then he asked, "Well what is the problem? She is doing what many humans do; she is creating a need for a service and a service to fill the need. They do that all the time."

Cecil moaned in frustration and then replied, "She is killing forest creatures to make the potions!"

"Well why didn't you just say that in the first place?" Mort bellowed.

Then Mort began swaying back and forth, as trees sway in gusts of wind, he seemed to be thinking.

Mort looked at Cecil with his adjustable close-up vision eye and said, "I will look into the matter and we will see what we will see. Now go, I have more thinking to do.

Cecil left as instructed, but was dismayed.

Would Peadmorten Gadhopper get rid of the woman, or not? And what would be the cost of the barter once it was done? Cecil was unsure on all counts.



A few days later, the Want-To-Be Witch was happily mixing a batch of hideous something in her large and smoke-chard caldron when she heard a terrible cry coming from the pot.

The woman stepped back and made some hocus-pocus motions with her hands, then she called out, "Rise, oh Demon, from within my pot or I shall cast you into the very pits of hell!"

Then more cries and moans rose from the pot, as if a thousand souls were trapped within.

The woman made more hocus-pocus motions with her hands and called out again, "Rise, I say! Rise and show yourself, I demand it!"

Slowly, steadily, a pot-marked pointed head rose from the smoldering pot. And when the Demon from the pot mouth was visible to the woman, it yelled ("Boo!)."

The woman cackled like the true Crone she wanted to be and then said, "That is not very scary, Mr. Gadhopper.

Yes, I know who you are. I have heard many stories about you and your good deeds.

Have you come to drive me away? Well it won't work! I'm not afraid of spirits and there is nothing that can make me leave this forest. So get lost!

Peadmorten Gadhopper rose from the pot with gunk dripping from every hideous part of him, and he replied, "There is one thing that will prompt you to leave, the lack of customers.

I have paid a little visit to every village for miles around, and we discussed what you are putting in your potions. We also discussed your fake medicine of water and honey.

Well after some very constructive negotiations the villagers have agreed NOT to buy your products or sell you food.

In return, I have agreed NOT to drive customers away from their farms and businesses. Everyone wins!"

"Well what about me?" said the woman. "I'm not winning!"

"Oh to the Contrary, little Miss Want-to-be, if I couldn't prompt you to go peacefully then the family of Wolves were the Forest Creatures next choice.


D. Thurmond / JEF


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