- Witch: Hey, I don't know you
- Witch: And this is crazy
- Witch: But when your mother was with child she took one look at my beautiful garden and told your father that what she wanted more than anything in the world was greens greens and nothing but greens parsley peppers cabbages and celery asparagus and watercress and fiddleferns and lettuce and I said "All right," but it wasn't quite because I caught him in the autumn in my garden one night, he was robbing me, raping me, rooting through my rutabaga, raiding my arrugula and ripping up the rampion, my champion, my favourite and I should have laid a spell on him right there--turned him into stone, or a dog, or a chair, but I let him have the rampion, I had lots to spare, in return however I said fair is fair, you will let me have the baby that your wife will bear and we'll call it square--but how was I to know what your father had also hidden in his pocket? Beans! The special beans, I let him go I didn't know he'd stolen my beans, I was watching him crawl back over the wall when BANG CRASH THE LIGHTNING FLASH and well that's another story never mind anyway at last the big day came I made my claim "Oh don't take away the baby!" they shrieked and screeched but I did and I hid her where she'll never be reached, your father cried, your mother died, and for extra measure (I admit it was a pleasure) I said "Sorry I'm still not mollified" and I laid a little spell on them--you too son--that your family tree would always be a barren one
- Witch: so fetch me the cow as white as milk the cape as red as blood the hair as yellow as corn the slipper as pure as gold maybe?
SlutWalk Toronto: Why do strange men think they're allowed to touch me?
One morning last week I was in line at Starbucks, preparing for the long work day ahead. As I stood in line, a man walked through the café, heading for the seating area in the back. He stopped when he reached me, placed a hand on my arm, leaned in close and said, “You’re so beautiful.” I gave him…
