Ever since the old wich Mable started practicing her arts openly, things have been going great for the village. No more plauges, no more droughts or famines. No more rabbid animals terrorizing the place. It was perfect.

Well, until the wich hunters came.

They were from out of town, the city, to be exact. They didn't know how things worked in their village. The word witch was the same thing as a gold coin to them. A way to earn money. When the townsfolk heard about the new... visitors, they weren't particularly happy about it.

Not one fucking bit.