Let me out, witch,” growled Alice. She began to hum off key.Griselda stepped away from the door.”I can help the little wee babes,” Alice sung sweetly. “Through the woods and into the dark. Where he whispers the words to make his mark. Little boy of green…” Alice chuckled. “…has gone to the wizard who is evil and mean.

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