“What do you mean, I’m not what you expected?” she asked.
“I thought witches looked different,” he said.
“Different than what?”
“I thought you’d be…green and…ugly,” he stammered. “You know, warts, broken nose, and things like that.”
“Sorry to disappoint you,” she said, glaring at him.
“I’m not disappointed, I’m just surprised, that’s all.”
“You should go now.”
“Why?” he asked. “You’re beautiful.”
“Sadly, you are not.” she sighed. “And if you don’t leave this minute, you’ll be hopping out of here.”
He laughed and shook his head. “Are you saying that you’ll turn me into a…ribbit.”
“Yes,” she said, looking at the toad sitting on the floor.
She poked him with the toe of her boot, then scooped him up and carried him to the pond out back, where he could croak and splash around with all the others who didn’t run when they should have.