Disclaimer: I never! Did not! No way! I made it ALL up! Any resemblance to the living or dead–not my fault! So don’t get your feelies hurt. And get a sense of humor–we’re all fools and it makes life easier to laugh at ourselves.
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As night faded into morning, the vain and haughty Wicked Witch of Beverly Hills looked with delight upon what she had done.
Move over Skinnygirl! ZAP! has arrived!
Hoof’s plan for revenge was exquisite. Having drunk the enchanted brew, one by one the guests began to transmogrify.
“Is it hot in here?” “I don’t feel well.”
“Maybe I should lie down.”
“Hello, tall, dark, and handsome!”
“Does this stain?”
Don’t ask….
But of all her delicious creations, Hoof’s favorite was Ex-Man. His was a score she had long wanted to settle.
“You may want to lay off the sunscreen.”
“Why, Hoof, why? I waxed my balls for you!”
“So much for waxing….”
In the early morning hours, Hoof finally had Ex-Man right where she wanted him.
“We might want to rethink that skin care line.”
When dawn broke, Hoof had done just what she set out to do: the plot to destroy her enemies was so successful it was leaked to a tabloid and orders for ZAP! went through the roof.
“It was good for me. Was it good for you?”
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But that is not the end of the story.
The next day as her newly morphed servants were polishing her hooves, Hoof realized that her greatest nemesis was missing!
“Everyone knows that under all that magic Hoof is only 2% real.”
Hoof’s reputation for dirty tricks had preceded her. So the wise Coven of the Good Witch of Beverly Hills had held their own private party in Las Vegas, escaping the Wicked Witch’s grasp once again.
“But I was the better witch!”
The moral of the story is…this story has no morals.
DISCLAIMER: This work is purely fictional. If you can’t figure that out, maybe you shouldn’t be driving or handling cutlery. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. Plus this is satire–look it up.
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Once upon a time there was a beautiful and terrible Wicked Witch of Beverly Hills named Hoof.
Hoof was especially proud of her lovely shoe collection.
She was feared far and wide for her dark powers of magical transformation. She could change her enemies into strange creatures who would do her evil bidding.
A famous designer dared speak against her tinsel hair and soon lost his.
One day the Wicked Witch grew very angry when she learned that the Good Witch of Beverly Hills had called Hoof’s hooves cute and fat.
My hooves are not cute and fat! They’re lovely and graceful!
So enraged was Hoof that she vowed a revenge no one would ever forget.
And she knew just what to do.
They’ll wish they were cute and fat!
Enlisting the aid of her devoted servant Bad Cook Beanie…
I hate the Good Witch with a bitter spite!
…Hoof distilled a brew with all the dark powers she possessed.
Double, double toil and trouble
When she was ready, Hoof sent out invitations all over town for a grand party to launch her new beverage line, ZAP!
The trap was set.
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The night of the event at Hoof’s Lair arrived.
Excited by the spectacular presentation…
Is that a tall, dark man I see?!
…the guests unknowingly entered the trap.
Time to spring the ZAP!
Hoof’s Coven had come to help with her plans.
Friends don’t put spells on friends.
So they set to work, enticing the partygoers to taste the new drink.
Ex-Man was powerless to resist Hoof’s charms.
More ZAP! anyone?
As the Witching Hour approached, the revelry reached a fever pitch. The clock began to chime Midnight. Suddenly the Coven were dancing around and around Hoof, who was stomping her hooves and chanting spells no one had ever heard before.
Love me, love my shoes! Never, ever insult my hooves!
Don’t miss the exciting conclusion! Really! I mean it! Even better than Part 1! You don’t want to know how it ends?! Of course you do. So go ahead and click on the link below: you’ll be glad you did.
Hey there, Bravo fans! Sorry I haven’t blogged in a while, but the Muse has struck so…here I am!
And what do I choose to write about? Ha! Kill me now.
I haven’t written much about the Housewives here. There’s so much blogging on them already, I can’t keep up. I’d rather tweak their purty pictures, anyhow. They gotta’ hate that, right?
Then I saw Season 3 Episodes 17 and 18 of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, with Kyle’s shop opening and Adrienne’s and Lisa’s parties. I got all indignant: if Bravo is going THERE, game on!
I don’t want to be mean, but we all are in need of a little character-building burn at times, aren’t we? Consider this my good deed for the year.
So…put on your big girl pants.
18 WEEKS?!
We’re up to Episode EIGHTEEN. Whew! I’m so ready for Season 3 to be OVAH. It’s not like they’re actually going to ever tell us the truth about what Brandi said about Adrienne, which has been run into the ground ad nauseam.
Somehow this is just wrong. How many times can we hear a repetitive argument and not get bored, especially one that’s based on gossip we can’t evaluate because it’s bleeped out?
Yet we see the Hoofer Gang slagging Brandi off again and again over the “sanctified secret reveal”…except NOT. The irony of these women looking down their nose jobs at her is lost on no one.
And here’s why:
Let’s review
The entire second and third seasons we’ve seen repeated attacks on Brandi: she wears provocative clothing, is risqué and low-class? Oh please. I have never in all my long life seen anything more vulgar than Kyle’s on-camera Brazilian wax with her daughter watching. Is that something the general public should see? When your behavior embarrasses me, you have hit bottom…so to speak.
The Richards sisters seem to forget their own histories: substance abuse, addiction, cussing, bullying a woman on crutches, public arguments…and stop with the splits, already!
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And what a charmer Adrienne has turned out to be. She’s in some demented relationship with her Mad Chef Bernie. Who can explain the bizarre shenanigans of that employee on Facebook and with the tabloids? Is this Ad’s familiar, curled up on her lap ready to do her cat-fighting for a few fish bones?
What have we seen lately behind the mask of Camille? A social-climbing, ex-soft porn star who married her money and won’t mind inserting a knife in any back. How delish is it that she gets credit for pinning “M C” Faye as Morally Corrupt, but look at them now: all kissy faced.
Good timing on the announcement Camille won’t be back–Yay! She doesn’t need the money and there’s little fan love coming her way…again.
We’re all still trying to figure out what Bravo was thinking bringing MC Faye back. I think she’s just another beard for Adrienne, Kim, and Kyle, brought in to keep the Bravo drama going when those backstabbers don’t want to own their treachery on camera.
So how is Brandi beneath any of these women? Trashy? Sorry to disagree, but I know trash and the real trash in this group is so bad Brandi looks like the Queen of England. That’s why she and Lisa are so popular: they don’t BS us every time they open their mouths.
I just got back from another trip! I’m so far behind on my blogging now, I’m just going to jump in and get part 3 of my Georgia Aquarium visit last April up for you.
Part 1 and part 2 of this series focused more on the large fish and a few large mammals. Now I’ll focus on the smaller aquariums with the little critters, including reefs brimming with lots of brilliant-hued plants and many kinds of vibrantly colored marine life. So much to see. Enjoy!
As I mentioned before, I left my good camera at home in a moment of sheer forgetfulness, so these are cell phone quality. Still, with the beauty of the subjects it’s all good.
Mother Nature Rules!
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How can this be?
Seahorses are the stuff of dreams and fairies.
Giddy-up!
Clown fish had their own aquarium. It was a very dramatic environment, too.
I found Nemo!
This video is a bit dodgy–remember I mentioned I hadn’t used my cell phone video-cam much, so I did most everything wrong but hit the on and off button. But the flow of these water creatures is half the joy of watching: the drift of the skinny, yellow seahorse, for example.
The Australian Reef
What fun was it to have my Australian friend visiting with me when we came upon this exhibit displaying the beauty of an Australian reef in the Pacific Ocean?
Can you tell which species is on display here?
Here’s some more of my specialty video: shaky and all over the place. Eek. I’ll do better next time, promise!
Did I mention I screwed the pooch taking video at the Aquarium? Need more proof? I got my best video of the vivid patterns and colors of the reef fish here…sideways. So if you get dizzy easily, skip this one. Or you could turn your monitor sideways. Maybe you like seeing fish swimming upside down….
[Note to self: never EVER turn a video cam sideways to record. EVER.]
Jelly Fish Are Special
The Jelly Fish were in a world of their own.
There’s just no way to explain these, except to watch:
This next one is very short, but somehow these yellow-lit Jellyfish are different. I have no idea why, just that they’re very pretty in their jelly dancing under the sea.
Poison darts, anyone?
There was an exhibit of frogs that day at the Aquarium, as well. I only took a few photos because by this point I was tired and my friends were ready to shove me in with the poisonous frogs. I know it’s boring waiting on the photo-geek, so I snapped a few and ran for the exit. Here are a couple you might like.
These brightly painted frogs are tiny. Their potent poison was once used on the tips of blow darts as a weapon. Yeah, you saw it in the movies.
Frogs with spots. Look closer.
What are those two frogs at the top of the tree doing? I hope they’re at least engaged.
I wish there had been time to get the exact names of the exhibits and varied species of fish and amphibians for you. You can check out the Georgia Aquarium here for more info.
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So that’s what I saw at the Georgia Aquarium when I visited Atlanta in April of this year, 2012. What I learned: I love watching these lifeforms which live in the water-world.
And I will do my best to keep myself above sea level. Gulp….
Oh, yeah, I said whale poop! I have it for you right here! Well, on video, I mean. But I’m getting ahead of myself….
So when we left part one, which you can find here if you missed it, the bodies were piling up as children ran away screaming at the terrifying sight of the Great WhiteTrashShark.
Hey, it’s hard to take pictures and video and watch where you’re going at the same time! So what if my friends disappeared and I only later glimpsed them here and there, looking over their shoulder! I got the goods!
Because I could watch those Manta Rays for hours.
Back at the Ocean Voyager
There is a viewing tunnel in this exhibit; if you’ve ever been in one you know it’s fun. It has a moving walk, but it was so crowded we just used our own legs, taking the sidewalks.
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Wonder if the fish watch us and think, Oh, look at that one!
I think this is a Giant Manta Ray, but don’t quote me on that.
Why don’t we see the big fish eating the little fish? Not one that I saw.
“They don’t pay me enough for this.”
After fighting our way through the tunnel, we found ourselves in a large stadium-seating area. Full of people. But of course, this was the main feature. Even the noise level couldn’t detract from the giant wall of the aquarium, as you’ll see.
Now I found out what the divers in the first video were doing: they were in position and giving their presentation to the visitors. If you watch the videos below and listen, you can hear a lot of what they said to us about the aquarium and the fish. You can also hear the crowd noise, so man your volume buttons!
Two divers so one can watch the other’s back. Yeah, BIG Whale Sharks.
I did say BIG Whale Shark.
Let the Manta Ray dancing begin!
At around minute 1:20, you can see a Manta Ray dance.
If you like this, I have even more in another video coming up.
Giant Manta Ray…or Sting Ray…I’m so confused.
Here is the video with the divers in place, giving the talk about the aquarium, the fish, even taking questions. While my inexperience with video shows most here, I’m saved because the Manta Rays danced for us…on cue? Seems like it. If you’re impatient, fast forward to the dancing, which begins at minutes 2:30 and 5:30. I wonder if they have figured out we love that and are showing off?
I Promised You Whale Poop
The last I’ll share in part two is the exhibit of the Beluga Whales.
This is the viewing area for this tank.
One of these was pregnant at the time.
These are lovely animals, mammals, actually. Though one did poop in our faces at the end of the short video. Editorial comment?
Sadly, the Atlanta news media reported the baby was born but died, as is often the case with firstborn of Beluga Whales. Made me kind of sad.
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I’m probably over-doing it with all these pictures and video–is this like watching “family movies”? But I do have more! Well, it’s a blog, and part three will feature a more colorful part of the Aquarium: Pacific reefs, jellyfish, seahorses, even a couple of frog displays. If you like this, see you there. If not, I’ll be blogging about some other things after this, so thanks for joining me.
So I’m only…April, May, June, July, August, September…six months behind on my blogging! Yay, me! I say this because these photos and this trip happened early in April of this year, so yeah…a few trips behind by now.
Oh, well, you forgive me, right? You da best! Muah!
I do get out sometimes…amazingly enough, and when I do, I am now compulsive about taking photos of my journey. Whatever I’m doing, I’m always looking for a photo-op. Unfortunately, my aged brain sometimes forgets an important detail…like BRING THE GOOD CAMERA, TRASH!
On my trip to Atlanta last Spring, for some reason–like I was so busy Spring cleaning for some special friends coming my way soon and so excited I was getting out of the house and having company in the same week!!–I completely didn’t even think of taking my camera to Atlanta. (I’m a little scared of how bad this old person stuff is actually going to get.)
No problemo! Voila!
Fortunately for me, cell phone companies and marketing geniuses are one step ahead of me. That’s why I pay a ridiculous amount of money so I’ll have this little safety net of electronic abilities when I realize I’ve done something really unfortunate, like gotten lost, forgotten to tell someone something important, or if my car breaks down, runs out of gas, or blows a tire.
Or I forgot to bring my good camera.
My friends, cell phone cameras aren’t too bad, and the subjects of these still photos are so lovely, even me and Motorola can’t ruin them.
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The video was a little harder. I know I’ve been chastised for making excuses before, and rightly so, but I truly hadn’t spent much time operating my cell phone video-camera–you’ll notice. Luckily for me, these other-world creatures earn me some slack–and I have caught the magic of the Giant Manta Ray dance, so it’s all good!
So let’s get to it
If you haven’t been to Atlanta, it qualifies as a big city. I went to an art school there an eon or so ago and I’m not inexperienced driving in tough traffic; but I can tell you it is daunting, so if you make the trip be prepared to die on the main roads going in or out. Really.
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I did love the night skyline, with the pretty lit buildings, as much as I could see them with all the other tall buildings blocking my views.
The doubled-up classic architecture sitting on top of a modern building, on the right, is my fav because it’s just too weird, right?
I have no idea who owns these buildings, by the way, unless they say so in big logos..
Finally, as I’ve already mentioned in a former blog about my night in Atlanta, there was a lovely park across the street. It was deserted for the most part, but late in the night I wandered out to take some photos and found one solitary soul who seemed none too worried about that.
Who knew downtown dies after dark?
The blues of a city night….
It’s different, falling asleep in a city not your own.
But morning came, and my friends and I did what tourists do best: we visited a major tourist draw, the Georgia Aquarium.
The Georgia Aquarium, plus about ten thousand people
After the best continental breakfast I’ve ever had, complete with the lovely company of my friends, off we go into the wild, aqua yonder, in search of sharks, whales, and a parking space. Since looking for the parking space took all my attention, all I can say about the Aquarium’s exterior is it has lots of parking deck and line-forming abilities. Tickets cost us about $35, give or take; we only inched our way through the line for about half an hour and then we were in. Jostling our way through an ocean of people. (I think it was Spring Break in the ATL.)
This is from a second floor balcony; the main attractions surround a central area.
This is a changing projection of some kind.
Did I mention it was crowded? I personally body-slammed a few small children myself.
Inside, it wasn’t that bad, really. As long as you don’t mind a lot of people in small spaces. I could have stayed all day, but we did have other things to do, so we hit the most popular exhibits, beginning with the Ocean Voyager, where the really big fish are.
The long window on the right grabs the crowds as you walk in. I patiently elbowed enough people out-of-the-way to finally get a couple of shots and a video from what turned out to be the side view of the huge tank.
One is mesmerized immediately.
Some of these big fish are real picture hogs.
Then I saw something that I wasn’t expecting–maybe I am a rustic, after all: divers in with those whale sharks! So I remembered my video-capacity and a few clicks later was videotaping what I was sure would be a blood bath. Luckily, nobody died that day; so as long as you don’t get seasick, no need to fear.
[Did I mention the screaming children? Turn down your sound.]
While going through photos for my next blog, I ran across some I haven’t shared, and I guess if they’re going to get shared, now’s the time.
My Spring garden bloomed with much promise. Six months later Fall is upon us and things didn’t turn out as expected.
In my personal life my mother’s death creeped upon me like a troubling sleep; not just for her loss, as we all must take that final breath into the Unknown, but because the vagaries of reality are often in stark contrast to our illusions.
But it was all so poetic. Mother got her last wishes and the unforeseen inevitable was perfection. Who can be bitter about that?
In my gardens, other endings are in view. The drought, with a record-mild Winter resulting in record numbers of plant-eating insects this Summer, will probably result in a record number of dead plants come next Spring.
But like all life cycles, waxing and waning, for that brief moment of blossoming glory, I thank you, Mother Earth.
And Mother, thank you, as well, for all the lessons, to the last.
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D.C. had nothing on my neighbor’s cherry tree.
This cherry tree may not be alive even now. It’s reduced to bare branches and dead twigs. But it was beyond description in the Spring. I couldn’t believe the beauty of it.
Sending thanks into the Universe…and a prayer.
My little group of pansies was content in its rainbow of color.
Pansies are the easiest winter flower for me to grow.
Snap dragons have been most faithful all season.
Nothing has deterred these work horses, the Snap Dragon.
I may ditch all other plants and go with all snap dragons next year.
My Knock-Out roses did well the year before, too.
I always marvel at the tenderness of a flower petal.
I have a wild plum tree I rooted from the back woods. A favorite tree for its beauty in rain or snow, it has a delicate bloom.
Hubs loves the plums from this tree in Summer.
I have some faithful azaleas which always bloom like it’s a perfect world, so I put one of those in the header for your pleasure.
Finally, I am worried for my newest bushes, the Spirea. I discovered this gracefully arching specimen last year in a neighbor’s yard and was so happy mine took off and bloomed magnificently this Spring. Now…they don’t look too good. I won’t give up on them, yet.
Don’t pay any attention to the white trash grass…better known as crab grass.
Hope springs eternal, in spite of setbacks and disappointments.
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Next I’ll share some favorite photos and video from the Atlanta Aquarium, taken last April. Gosh, I am behind!
[I hate to give it away up front, but yes, this is a spoof! Don't want to get Bernie the Mad Chef after me. He'd serve my head for dinner at Adrienne's bidding.]
Have y’all seen the Maloof Beverly Hills French Palace photos? You should, truly. It’s for sale, and I want to make sure every billionaire reading my blog–and there are many–knows that for a mere $26 million you, too, can have a home so large, so cavernous, so complete with every recreational and spa frivolity, that you can easily fall out of love with your mate for lack of any meaningful contact! Real estate photos are here. Be sure to look at them…yeah, it’s that special.
But where oh where is our dear Adrienne going to take her Mad Chef Bernie to reside now? As it just so happens, I have inside sources who not only have given me the scoop, but PICTURES, too!
Here is Adrienne’s humble, new home. Enjoy.
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It’s so her, right?
Yeah, it’s her.
Her new man, Louis?
P.S. Mauricio (the Realtor & Kyle’s hubby), shave that face! You don’t look like a hot 20-something; you look like a drunken bum.
I know it’s been a couple of months since I blogged–so sorry to those kind enough to check in. Some of you know my mother was ill and then passed away. It kind of resets your priorities, I guess, so I’ve been taking some time to process this major event in my life.
I will be back blogging, hopefully soon. I do have some other things eating up my time right now, though, so maybe in a couple of weeks I’ll be refreshed and ready to spill my guts.
I’ve been thinking and thinking about what to say in this last blog about my South Carolina Lowcountry experience last Fall. Except it’s not an ending for me; I’ve just awakened to the unqualified truth about race in America. I could go on and on about this, and I have; if you’d like to catch up, you can start here with Part One.
I didn’t know what to expect when I began this difficult story, but I have been lifted up by the support and comments. So I feel I should finish it with hope, because y’all have given that to me.
I hope that as a nation we soon acknowledge that our history of slavery is far from over, that we’ve marginalized an entire ethnic group of Americans who can’t fully escape the chains of racial injustice until we admit how deep those waters run.
I hope our elected government commits to leveling the economic playing field for black Americans by giving full and overdue financial support to our failing public education system upon which they depend.
And I hope that We, The People, refuse to ignore these and more profoundly immoral realities any longer.
If we can’t do this, individually and as a nation, then we have no moral high ground to stand upon…anywhere.
The beauty of color
So back we go to the Lowcountry for the final leg of our journey.
As my husband and I were nearing the end of our last vacation day with our visit to Brookgreen Gardens, we came upon the Butterfly House. I’d never been inside one, so I was excited to…take more pictures!
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We had to buy additional tickets for around $3. Then there was a short wait; visitors stay in the House for 30 minutes and leave with the group. That’s because getting in and out has to be carefully done with assistance at each door; butterflies will fly away. So my next photo was actually my last shot when everyone else was exiting.
Really, it’s not a completely unfortunate place for a butterfly to live, except for the gawking humans strolling through every half hour….
Oh, but how can they blame us, flaunting their angel wings in front of mere mortals?
Yet getting a photograph is much harder than one imagines…even when there’s a houseful. But patience–and luck–paid off.
These delicate little teases were like chasing fairies.
And sometimes…magic happens: I caught the fairy!
Natural Habitat Zoo
Brookgreen Gardens has a small but varied natural habitat zoo. Designed so visitors can walk through and observe without endangering the animals or humans, they only accept those species native to the area and often previously injured and unable to return to the wild. I only got a few good photos as time was running out, the sun was low in the sky, and the cover of trees and blur of fencing made for poor exposures. But the swamp and critters were amazing, so I hope you get the feel of it.
There were several areas for birds, with netted domes as high as 60 feet. This was my favorite simply because…well, you’ll see.
I think this bird is a heron.
You can see the net behind this white ibis if you look closely.
Just to give you an idea of how this habitat is truly built into a natural swamp:
These frisky otters were impossible to shoot with my camera, but you get the idea.
Remember the gators from TBOE Part Two?
There were a couple of somber bald eagles…though they were not bald.
I loved the owls. They were having mice for dinner.
There were other animals, but if your computer isn’t crashing by now, mine nearly is, so I’ll close with one last picture.
Riding into the sunset
As we were leaving through the entrance/exit to Brookgreen, I noticed the huge, signature Fighting Stallions statue, by Anna Hyatt Huntington, on hubby’s side of the car. When he stopped for traffic, I thrust my camera at him and barked, Get a shot! Later looking at the resulting photo I thought, Oops, that’s good for just about nothing. How wrong I was.
So with that photo, I thank you for taking the time to visit, especially those who have gone through the whole series with me. Love ya’! Muah, muah, muah!!
The Real HouseWitches of Beverly Hills, pt. 2: Once Upon a Time
Disclaimer: I never! Did not! No way! I made it ALL up! Any resemblance to the living or dead–not my fault! So don’t get your feelies hurt. And get a sense of humor–we’re all fools and it makes life easier to laugh at ourselves.
If you missed part 1 of this fairy tale, you may want to start here.
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As night faded into morning, the vain and haughty Wicked Witch of Beverly Hills looked with delight upon what she had done.
Move over Skinnygirl! ZAP! has arrived!
Hoof’s plan for revenge was exquisite. Having drunk the enchanted brew, one by one the guests began to transmogrify.
“Is it hot in here?” “I don’t feel well.”
“Maybe I should lie down.”
“Hello, tall, dark, and handsome!”
“Does this stain?”
Don’t ask….
But of all her delicious creations, Hoof’s favorite was Ex-Man. His was a score she had long wanted to settle.
“You may want to lay off the sunscreen.”
“Why, Hoof, why? I waxed my balls for you!”
“So much for waxing….”
In the early morning hours, Hoof finally had Ex-Man right where she wanted him.
“We might want to rethink that skin care line.”
When dawn broke, Hoof had done just what she set out to do: the plot to destroy her enemies was so successful it was leaked to a tabloid and orders for ZAP! went through the roof.
“It was good for me. Was it good for you?”
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But that is not the end of the story.
The next day as her newly morphed servants were polishing her hooves, Hoof realized that her greatest nemesis was missing!
“Everyone knows that under all that magic Hoof is only 2% real.”
Hoof’s reputation for dirty tricks had preceded her. So the wise Coven of the Good Witch of Beverly Hills had held their own private party in Las Vegas, escaping the Wicked Witch’s grasp once again.
“But I was the better witch!”
The moral of the story is…this story has no morals.
The End
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