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The Witchy One
How To Be the Best Kind of Friend
Especially when things aren’t going well
This morning, Witchy knocked on my cottage door before stepping into my kitchen.
“Morning, Witchy!” I grinned while dishing up my breakfast. “Want some overnight oats? I have plenty.”
“I’m not hungry,” she replied, her entire body appearing to droop as she took a seat at the table. “But thank you.”
“Something wrong? You look upset.” I set my bowl on the table, pulled out a chair and sat across from her.
“I’m worried about my boat.”
“What happened? Did it spring a leak?”
“No, I don’t think so. He just doesn’t seem like himself. His ‘get-up-and-go’ got up and went, and I don’t know what to do.”
“Has he got any damage? Did another boat run into him?”
“Nope, he looks fine.”
“Got enough fuel?”
“Yes. He had a good, long drink when we went down the canal last week.”
“Is he getting enough exercise?”
“Well, we’ve had a lot of short journeys up and down the canal but maybe he needs more. Enchantra and I have been busy planting flowers and tidying up my garden.”
