Once there was a wizard, known far for his knowledge and magical powers. He was over fond of animals and kept them with great care. He was also acquainted with some of the most honoured and powerful wizards and witches of the time but no one was greater than he was. He was old and clever. The town people came to him for problems such as health, irrigation, weather and many more which he solved in the blink of an eye. There are good people but God have constituted evil as well. Without evil there will be no knowing who is good and who is bad. The wizard had potions and dead animals and heart of the dragon. All he lacked was happiness. Although the humanity was grateful for his serviceability and all loved him even the street rats but something or someone was bugging him. Once he was experimenting with him ducks that all of a sudden Luicy the southern witch entered his workshop. You want to know how??????? Well, pretty badly. She swished her wand and uttered an enchantment, the door flew open and the gust of wind turned all the vials. Well, this is no way of entering into someone’s home is it? The wizard was notably hurt by this entrance. Actually the witch was envious of the wizard's popularity. She apologized falsely the wizard and with a grin swished her wand and everything flew to its place. The wounded ducks were immediately healed by the wizard. The wizard after all this fuss caused by the witch asked her the reason of her being here, politely. The witch replied sharply, "why, do i hurt you? or you don’t want me here?". The wizard replied, "Neither, dear Dabera why will i think of you like that?" The witch marched across the room her crooked nose raised high and didn't say a word. The wizard soothed his horror struck ducks and with a swish of his wand returned them to their coops. My that witch was a clutter indeed. To every step she took she broke something whether it was a potion vial or a vase or perhaps the wizard's toe. But, the wizard was patient enough. There was a secret potion that the wizard have made from the most expensive ingredients ever were know. The witch began asking about it. The witch knew that he showed it to the witch she will damage it surely. But, the witch kept on insisting. What could the wizard have had done? He took the vial which held the potion and placed it on the table. The witch was so delighted to see the potion that she ran towards it. On the way to the table she stepped on a ball which was on the floor and tumbled across the room and smashed in to the vial. All was gone. The potion, the money the wizard spends on it. It was a potion on which even magic couldn't work. The wizard was so so what can i say? Angry that he muttered an enchantment and Luicy the witch was no more than a buggly eyed frog. The wizard was almost screaming. All was lost. He was so angry that he couldn't or was unable to control himself that his wand uncontrollably emitted magic and when the kneeling wizard stood up all was gone. His animals, his clothes, his house, his potions, every single thing even Luicy the witch except for a young duck which except for kuckling cried oolala. The wizard and his friend the duck wondered the street together both were poor and homeless. The wizard was not help not even by the people who came to him for help. The wizard felt happier and satisfied. The duck performed and he collected the money from the people for the show, this is how they survived. But, it was better than all the popularity for the wizard. He always wanted to spend a simple life. The wizard lives happy since. If you ever heard a duck crying oolala and accompanied by an old man with a flute, well, he will be the one.
U guys r mixing her attitude with her story. nyc story but some parts r missing oh n please kindly change ur way of commenting its not like U r the only one alive with talents, all those rude comments u gave on my painting and Kanza's ,n i dont know on how many others, just wont do. try to live with this cuz there is competition on every step ahead of u.