You were walking through the Tanglewood forest you were a forest kitten. You met a friend named T.H Reynolds a fox. The T.H stands for Truthful and handsome. You were going to the possum witch you were in Black Pine Hollow your friend T.H said he could not come because he said "I ate her husband, and I don't think she took to kindly to that." so he thought the witch would turn him into something nasty so he left. You were on your own. Without T.H leading the way, you had a harder time judging where the ground was solid and where it would turn to must under her paws. By the time she reached the hillock where the big dead pine stood, you were caked with mud and soaked right through. She shook herself, spraying mud and smelly marsh water in all directions,making the bottles-Dark blue and brown glass, the kind used for medicines and tinctures. They banged and clinked against each other in an eerie chorus while you froze, holding your breath until they stopped moving. But she knew it was to late. The noise would have already warned the possum witch that she was here. Old mother possum was standing under branches, among bottles. She was neither a woman nor a possum.She stood under three feet tall for a possum, short for a woman.Her eyes were dark they didn't seem to have pupils. There was a long possum shape to her face, and even her dark gray hair was pulled back in a wispy bun. Even her skin seemed gray, but that was only because of a thin covering of fine possum fur. She wore a deerskin dress decorated will quills and cowrie shells and intricate beaded patterns. Her thin feet-vaguely- human-foot-shaped-were bare but still furry. "Well now" She said after studying you for a long moment, "your not as big as I expected,"