Lake Lewisia #1252

Traveling by flying cauldron was intended to be a one-person affair, and carrying passengers had traditionally meant keelhauling them through the treetops below on a rope, but she liked to think of herself as a more modern sort of witch, even at her advanced age. Part of that modernity included knowing her way around both a welder’s bench and the local scrapyard. The cauldron gradually acquired sidecars of frying pans and rice cookers and waffle irons, and it was quite popular as a commuter bus in the rural areas around her chicken hut.

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