‘A witch, hey?’ Joe was talking more to himself than to Hel.
‘Why? Is that a problem?’ Hel’s eyes were narrowed into suspicious slits.
‘No, of course not,’ he replied, ‘it’s just…well, I’ve never met a witch before, so…’ He shrugged.
‘Oh, well, there’s a first time for everything. Come on.’ Hel turned to leave.
‘It’s just…it’s a bit…you know…’
‘What?’ She asked twisting her head to look at him.
‘Well, fairy tale-y.’
‘What’s fairy tale-y?’
‘They’re stories adults tell to shut kids up. And they always have wicked witches lurking in forests.’
‘Well, not every witch is wicked, but every forest does have a witch.’
Joe very much doubted that.
‘Is this witch evil?’ he asked, suddenly worried about being turned into a frog or being burned alive in a cauldron. The way his luck was going at the moment, he knew anything was possible.’
‘I dunno…’ and with that, Hel skipped off into the trees.