Yet her whole house smells like fish. She grabs me by my collar, And chains me up, Then she pours a strange liquid into a cup. She walks up to me with a grin on her face, “Oh why’’ I thought “am I in a witch’s base? She splashes the liquid on me, It is salty, like water from the sea. When her back is turned, I set myself free, Now to get past all this debris. I finally make my way out, Where is my house? My mum is going to shout!
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