Tilly, the Wicked Witch was reading her book of spells. She leaned over to take a sip of water. In doing so, she banged her elbow and then, she started laughing uncontrollably.
“Witches don’t laugh,” said Tilly, trying to regain her composure. “What is going on with me?”
Tilly was upset. If she was to laugh in public and other witches heard her, she could end up losing her credibility. That would destroy her.
“I must make a witches brew,” said Tilly. “I have to make some kind of concoction that is going to prevent me from laughing.”
Tilly looked through her spell book and she came across a spell that she was sure would stop her from laughing. The problem was, the concoction was so powerful that it stunk and the taste was so bad, Tilly had to plug her nose while drinking it. Then she had to gulp down several glasses of water to get the taste out of her mouth.
The next morning, Tilly took a big gulp of the concoction and while reaching over to take a drink of water, she banged
her elbow, yet again. She immediately burst into a fit of laughter.
“What is going on with me?” Tilly asked herself. “Why am I laughing?”
While laughing still, Tilly rubbed her elbow and that is when she realized that she was laughing because she had hit her funny bone.
“I feel so silly,” said Tilly. “To think I was laughing because of my funny bone but, what was worse, I had to drink that horrid concoction for nothing.”
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