Toil and Trouble In Paradise
You know how when you're really in the mood for a good hot pot of witch's brew? I mean, totally emotionally invested in it, that nothing can stop you? And now your family's happiness is riding on it because you promised them you'd make the best pot of disected animal pieces they've ever had? I mean, just the thought of Dragon's blood and Toe of Frog makes your mouth water, doesn't it?
So last night, I was adding the finishing touches to my brew when I reached into the pantry for the Eye of Newt, and wouldn't you know it, the jar was empty. So I hopped on my broom, leaving the cauldron to simmer on the stove, and swept over to the local pagan grocer's only to find the following sign taped on their front door: