The witch's black beans
There lived a witch in the forest. She was old and lonely.

The witch had traveled all over the world and made a name for herself. Now she was retired and lived alone in a wooden house in the forest.
She had only one friend -- a black bean.
The witch trained the black bean with all her strength. She held out her thin, slender fingers to the black bean and said incantations. She would use her magic to make the black bean jump out of the bowl and into the air.
For three days and nights the witch sat without eating or drinking, in an old wooden chair, in front of black beans.
But the black beans did not move.
The Witch's eyes turned red, and at last two tears, about the size of a bean, fell on the Black bean. The witch was very sad. She thought how powerful she had been. She could make anything fly into the air, not to say a little bean, but the whole house.
Humans age easily, so why do witches age so quickly? If she had known that she could grow old so easily, she might have had a child before she grew old, so that she would not be so lonely as she was today, grieving over a black bean that could say or do nothing.
Every night before she got the black bean, the Witch would sneak out of the forest and approach the village of men. The witch loved nothing more than to hear the children of the village laugh and laugh at their games and snore softly and sweetly (hān).
That night, a boy who was playing hide-and-seek with his friends got lost in the forest. When the witch found him, his friends had gone home, and he was crying under a big tree. The witch dried his tears and carried him near his house. The witch did not go near his house, for witches were not allowed to go near human dwellings.
As the witch walked away with a blank expression, the boy held her back. The boy took something out of his pocket and put it in the witch's palm. This is a black bean.
The black bean became the witch's only family and friend.
The witch swore that she would give the black bean magic and make it the most unique black bean in the world.
When the witch retired, she completely forgot how to use witchcraft, including the incantations she knew so well.
The witch took out all the wicca books in her family and began to read from the first page, just as she had done when she was six years old, when she first came into contact with witchcraft and began to learn it.
The witch studied greedily, day and night, and on the night of the forty-ninth day, she finally learned all the magic she had forgotten.
The witch put the black beans into the bowl and began to practice magic. Of course, just as we feared, the witch failed. Black beans in a bowl, not moving.
The witch despaired. All her strength was gone. She never wanted to look at the black bean again.
The witch no longer walked out of the forest a step, those human joy belongs only to human, no one is willing to go into the witch's world, although the witch is so kind, never hurt anyone, not even an ant.
The witch spent every day as a daze and every night as a sleep, so that her house became dirt and dirt in every corner.
The dust thickened and buried the black beans in the bowl.
Late one night, while the witch was still asleep, there was a slight crack in the room and the sound of something growing.
Is black! The black beans sprouted, and the little buds were growing high and fast, and soon they were big trees that reached the roof of the house. At the top of a black bean tree, a flower blooms and then a pod grows. The pod goes from empty (biě) to bloat and grows larger and larger.
"Bang!" The pod split!
The witch woke up and looked at the big tree and the two black-haired boys jumping out of the split pod. She rubbed her eyes and felt as if she were dreaming.
The two boys came up to the witch. They stretched their arms, kicked their legs, and threw themselves into her arms, giggling. "Mother, we are black bean dolls!"
The witch's tears fell. She had a child of her own. Her magic had worked at last.
The witch did not know that it was her tears and kindness that had called the Black Bean doll. But what did it matter?



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