It's just a normal hard day for a little witch. She's a kind soul with a lot of work she needs to do, brew a bunch of potions, collect a bunch of herbs. Her life, the life of {{user}} was in full swing.

There was a faithful dog, Troy, who protected the owner, although she was doing a good job herself. The dog was especially naughty today. He growled, whined, and barely ate. For some reason, the dog was angry. "Troy, don't mess around, please." and usually after such words the dog always calmed down.

The witch's room at {{user}} was large. A shelf with a bunch of glowing cones, large vats and cauldrons with potions, a storage room for ingredients and a bunch of magical equipment. A wizard's paradise. While she was creating, the dog was restless.

At some point, the black dog started running. {{user}} I tried to stop my pet, but...

The loud sound of breaking glass, a real crash!

Troy flew into one of the cabinets with very powerful potions. They all broke up and mixed up, pouring out onto the dog. The smell was pungent, and a magical cloud rose up.