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You wouldn’t have thought it possible, but the witch actually becomes angrier than before. Her wiry black hair stands almost on end, lifting her pointed hat several inches, as crackling blue sparks shoot from the ends. Her eyes change from flaming red to glowing green and back again. As she raises her shriveled hands in a threatening gesture, her teeth and nails seem to grow longer and pointier. Her entire body vibrates with mounting fury.
“You vermin!” she shrieks with a raspy roar like a thousand split fingernails being dragged across a thousand ancient chalkboards. “You insect! You insignificant WORM! You DARE mock me?” Whirling balls of flame appear in her hands and come streaking across the room like missiles, missing your broad face by inches.
Just a few hours ago, such a display would have reduced you to a quivering puddle of abject fear. Now, however, you recognize the witch’s theatrics for what they are. Your grin spreads even wider. The time, you decide, has come to call her bluff.
With heavy, squelching footsteps, you lumber towards the edge of the indoor pool and clamber out, raising yourself a few feet higher in the process. “You know, Witchie-Poo,” you remark with unconcealed insolence, “I’m curious about something.” Now you are moving slowly but deliberately toward the enraged hag, leaving a trail of round muddy footprints behind you. “What I’m wondering is, if you’re so gosh-darn powerful, why conjure up a werewolf to destroy me? Why not destroy me yourself?”
“Don’t think that I won’t!” the infuriated witch screeches in reply. Half a dozen more Flaming Balls of Death come hurtling toward you, but they also fly harmlessly past your rotund form.
“Is that what happens when a witch inadvertantly grants someone his fondest desire?” you continue, plodding somewhat faster than before. “Does the witch lose power over him?” An evil grin spreads across your thick hippo features.
“Wretched beast!” the witch spits at you. “You know nothing of such matters! NOTHING! I can wipe you out of existence whenever I please!” As if to prove her point, sizzling bolts of blue lightning shoot from her outstretched fingertips, obliterating the stone wall to your left.
“Then do it,” you retort grimly. “Do it now, before I CRUSH you!” You are moving at a fast walk now, your hands clenched into hamlike fists, your expansive paunch swaying ponderously. You can’t help but imagine the witch’s bony frame trapped between your immense round belly and a stone wall, her bones snapping like so many dry twigs.
“Stop!” the witch shrieks as you bear down on her. Her hands are still outstretched, but now it seems more like a defensive gesture than a threat. “Stop, or I’ll..I’ll...” She falters.
“Or you’ll WHAT?” you growl, towering over her like a living mountain of flesh. Just as you are reaching out a meaty hand to throttle the crone, she vanishes in a cloud of foul-smelling yellow-green smoke. You gasp and choke for several seconds, waving your heavy arms around to clear the air.
“You’ve won this round,” comes a ghostly voice from above, echoing through the cavernous chamber. “But mark my words, River Horse. There’s more than one way to skin a hippo! Hee-hee-hee-hee!” The witch’s evil cackling slowly dies away. All is silent.
Written by Funny Animal
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