“Hehehehe,” cackled the witch. She was the sort of witch who rode a broomstick and had a black, pointed hat. You might assume she also had a black cat. This was not true. Our witch had a rabbit. It was fluffy, brown rabbit with an even fluffier, white tail.

“Oh, Posion,” said the witch in a grainy voice, “Will you please carry this message to the Prince of the North?” Posion nodded its head and took a scroll from the witch. Posion ran as fast as she could go and carried the scroll in her mouth.

As the small rabbit came upon a large, wooden door she hit it with her paw. “Now as for the wi-oh, someone’s at the door…” Said a voice inside. Posion heard the footsteps getting closer and suddenly the door creaked open. “Why, it’s a rabbit.”

“Step back, Prince! That is no ordinary rabbit, it is the witch’s.” Came another voice from inside. Out stepped a man older than the Prince. He glared at Posion as he pulled the Prince inside.

“Wait, there’s a scroll inside her mouth.” Called the Prince. He ran outside and carefully grabbed the scroll from Posion’s mouth. As he did, Posion grew a devious look and lunged forward, sinking her big teeth into the Princes hand. “AH,” he yelled.

The other man came running outside, “Go back to the witch’s lair in the east! Go back now!” Posion ran back as fast as she could to the lair. “Now, Prince, let’s look at the bite.”

“It’s fine,” came the Prince. “Let’s see what the scroll says. ‘Hello, dear Prince of the North. I expect by now that my rabbit, Posion, has given you my message and bit your hand. Now think very carefully about these next few sentences. Posion was named that for a reason. You have 24 hours before there is no longer a Prince. I shall give you the antidote immediately if you allow witches to live in the North.’” The Prince’s eyes widened and he slowed down with each word.

“Oh, Prince, listen to me now. Allow her to come and live here.”

“No! Last time we did that there was an uprising and a war and the witches casted evil spells over our citizens!” Argued the Prince.

“But we need a Prince! Who else will rule the land when my time comes?!”

“Oh, fine. I will tell the witch that she, but only she and no other witches, may live in the North as long as they do not cast spells or anything of the sort.”

“I believe she will agree to this,” said the other. And so, they sent a scroll to the witch immediately. She agreed to the terms, and lived there in the North until she was old and frail. And, of course, Posion lived there with her.