A witch in the bottle# Prose - 散文.原创文学板
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Fenella yawned, so big a yawn that her little face disappeared for a second.
She looked at the little dolls on the cream cake ruefully. They were meant
for decoration, not really dolls, but some paper-made strange people playing
pine needle flutes and twig swords. “But you are going to find them again
one day, ‘cause you are a witch; you possess the capacity of seeing the lost,
the forgotten!” Aunt Lottie had cried out quite excitedly. Aunt Lottie
hadn’t been in that high spirits for long lo
She looked at the little dolls on the cream cake ruefully. They were meant
for decoration, not really dolls, but some paper-made strange people playing
pine needle flutes and twig swords. “But you are going to find them again
one day, ‘cause you are a witch; you possess the capacity of seeing the lost,
the forgotten!” Aunt Lottie had cried out quite excitedly. Aunt Lottie
hadn’t been in that high spirits for long lo