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Visit ixl .com slash dragon to get the most effective learning program out there at the best price Thanks enjoy the episode the singing witch Once upon a time the great wizard balazar the blue got careless when making a potion Now when you're a careless Baker, maybe the cookies come out a little burned or the cake doesn't rise Those are tragedies in their own right, true, but potion problems tend to be a little more extreme.
As a result, Balazar found himself completely, suddenly and quite violently covered in magenta feathers.
What's worse, he was also rendered blind as a bat.
Well, not my best work, he said to himself when the explosion had died down a bit.
He said it loudly, because his ears were still ringing.
It had been, after all, a rather large explosion.
But still, I guess it's true what they say.
Po -buddy's nerfect!
He took a handful of feathers and plucked himself.
Unfortunately, they immediately grew back with a pop.
Okay, so that may be a problem, he mused.
Of course, being a great wizard as Balazar was, he could make himself an antidote.
But it was a lot harder to do when you couldn't see.
And the potion would require an exotic ingredient.
Well, a wise man knows when to ask for help, he reasoned.
And an even wiser man knows when to make his kids do the work for free.
Kids! He bellowed, get up here!
From three different rooms in his wizard tower, he heard three different sets of doors open and shut.
Three sets of footsteps came slapping up the stone steps, and three different voices began bickering when they got to the door.
Come in, come in, and stop that racket!
he said. The door flew open and his kids tumbled inside in a tangle of elbows.
There were his two strapping sons, Frog and Newt, and his youngest and only daughter, Fenny.
Frog and Newt were both wizardly boys with neat robes and long beards and smug, bookish faces, the kind of faces that were just dying for a good hex. Feni, on the other hand, was cut from a different cloth, with a different pair of scissors, and most likely, in the dark.
Where her brothers and father were the pictures of dignified wizardry, Feni preferred a more natural, witchy sort of magic.
She was forever collecting strange plants and animal parts, spending all her time knee deep in the bogs and woods around the tower.
Every day, she came home awash with dirt and mud and scabs and even a couple particularly witchy warts.
Her hair was the worst of it all, though.
A famous wreckage. The kind of gnarled mess that people might pay a fivepence to see.
Dreaded and knotted, stretching all the way down her back and always tangled and dirty.
Her brothers would tease her, saying that she probably had birds living in there too.
But that wasn't fair!
Jeffrey the finch had moved out months ago.
Too bad, too. She missed the chickadees peeping in her ears.
Now now! said Balazar.
As you can see, I've had a little mishap.
You look like a bird fell into a paint bucket, said Frog.
and then just sort of, like…" "...flapped around like a maniac?" offered Newt.
"...Yeah, that. Ha, ha, ha, ha!
ENOUGH !" their father said.
"...I'm also blind, so I'll need your help.
There's a simple potion to fix this, but I need a peacock feather.
You three run and get me one." Newt and Frog started to complain at the same instant, but Balazar held up a long -nailed finger, still faintly singed from the explosion.
Bop, bop, bop, he said.
I've recently obtained some very potent lizard tales and a vial of the blackest wolfsbane you've ever seen.
Whoever brings me back a feather can have both.
That was all the motivation the kids needed.
Like a pack of ravening, magical lions, they ran from the tower and started their hunt.
Newt and Frog as always worked as a team.
Together they looked all day but they weren't used to being outdoors.
They scared off every wild peacock for miles around with their crashing footsteps and loud chatter and occasional buzzing spell.
Feni though, she was perfectly at home in the forests and was on a first -name basis with at least a dozen peacocks.
Well, Nancy the peahen was still mad about the plumage incident, but eleven peacock friends is still pretty good, and Larry was happy to lend her a feather.
On her way back to the tower, her brother saw her walking, bright feather in hand.
She had stayed close to the bog, hoping they wouldn't find her there.
But they always seemed to find her anywhere.
Look at that, Frog called.
It's the incredible Fenny.
the girl with the dead raccoon pelt for hair." They both cracked up, laughing.
Why you walking near the bog?
Newt said. Looking for some new lice to add to your collection?
Fenny sighed. She was used to being bullied by her brothers and couldn't be bothered to fight.
She had the feather.
That's what mattered.
Thinking of the feather, she tried to tuck it away in her sleeve before they spotted it.
She was too late, though.
Hey, look, old Dirt Hair found a feather!
Newt said. Why don't you give that to us, before your lice eat it?
No way! I found it and I'm giving it to Dad and getting the Lizard Tails and the Wolf's Bane, so just leave me alone, please.
Her brothers looked at each other darkly.
Well, I guess we'll have to make sure Dad doesn't know you're the one who found it !" With that, they whipped out their wands and cast a spell on Feni before she could even shout.
There was a crackle of light and magic.
The world swirled like melting marshmallows and hot chocolate.
In mere moments, poor Feni was turned into a reed, one of the long, woody tubes that grew all around the bog.
She blended in so perfectly no one would ever find her, and the peacock feather drifted slowly to the ground.
When they got home, the brothers gave their father the peacock feather and told him that Feni had decided to stay in the woods forever.
That came as a terrible blow to poor Balazar's heart.
As soon as he had brewed the antidote to his feathery problem, he went out looking for her.
But he never thought to check the reeds growing along the bog.
Eventually, he sadly accepted that she had left him behind.
Of course, she hadn't.
And poor Feni was trapped as a reed for days that stretched into weeks, that stretched into almost a month.
She tried to call for help, but she couldn't speak.
She tried to do magic, but she couldn't move.
The most she could manage was a faint voice when the wind blew over her top.
The wind made all the reeds howl, and with a lot of effort, she could make words.
It's me, Fenny. Fenny sang anytime the wind blew, and finally, after weeks of trying, her song was heard by a passing farmer.
He couldn't make out the words, Yes, not exactly, but he could tell that this was a reed with a voice, a reed with something important to say.
He dug her up, and brought her home, and with a little work made poor reed Fenny into a simple flute.
If she still had feelings, it may have hurt.
But she didn't, so it felt like getting a haircut.
And wonder of wonders, the farmer turned out to be a beautiful player.
After a few test blows, he started a tune and Fenny found more of her voice returning, shaping the words through his wind.
Hello, it's me, my name's Fenny.
I look like a reed which is confusing.
I'm really a person and there's been a conversion, but I'd like to go home, can you help me?
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The farmer was so shocked he dropped Flute Fenny onto the ground and she rolled under the table.
What was that? He screamed and ran from his house, knocking over his chair and table in the process.
For a while, he stood outside cursing about ghosts and too afraid to move.
Slowly though, the shocks subsided and he remembered that weird wizard who lived nearby.
What was his name? Baligai?
Baldiger? Balazar? Balazar the Blue, that was it?
Hadn't he been looking for a daughter?
Maybe it wasn't a ghost after all.
Slowly, he crept back inside.
The flute was still where he dropped it, and there didn't seem to be anything spooky in the area.
He lit a bundle of sage just to be sure.
Someone had once told him that sage could cleanse spirits.
The farmer didn't know if it was true, or how it worked.
Were they allergic, more into citrus scents?
It didn't matter. He lit some just to be safe.
Air properly cleansed, he picked up the reed flute and turned it over in his hands.
Everyone knew wizards got up to all sorts of crazy things, but could they be turned into reeds?
Why would they do that?
Just for a change of pace?
It was wild, but how else could it have sung?
Feeling half crazy himself, the farmer held up the flute and then asked aloud, Are you the wizard's missing daughter?
He pursed his lips and blew a note.
Yes, it sounded. The poor farmer was so shocked, he almost dropped the flute again.
He looked at the crude holes he had made and flushed.
I'm sorry for making you into a flute.
Are you upset with me?
No. Well, that's a relief.
I've never wanted to get in the middle of wizardry affairs, but I wanna make it up to you.
What can I do? Bring me home.
The farmer nodded and stood up then and there.
No sense waiting around.
And besides, he didn't want to be mixed up with magic any longer than he had to be.
He knew the old stories and one wrong move here would see him turned into a flute, or a pig, or some sort of pig flute perhaps?
one that smelled like ham and oinked out twinkle twinkle little star.
No, nope, no sir, that wouldn't be him.
He set out running and made it to Balazar's tower in record time.
He hammered on the door like an overeager woodpecker, until the wizard let him in, muttering and scowling.
Yes, yes, what do you want, he said?
Well, wizard, Mr. Wizard, Sir, your magicness.
you know y - Balazar is fine.
He said, softening a little.
Relax, man, I'm not gonna turn a neighbor into a mushroom or anything like that.
You're okay, just spit it out.
Thank you, you're Balazar.
You're, I found this reed.
He held it up awkwardly, tongue tied like an old shoelace.
Well, I see you've made it into a lovely flute.
Ah. Good job? No, no, it's more, um, it's her, it's, uh...
He stopped, and took a deep breath.
Just let me play it real quick, OK?
He put it to his lips, and that's when Newt and Frog came running down the steps.
No, no, Dad, don't let this maniac play!
Yeah, we need to get him out of here.
Who is this guy, anyway?
What are you talking about?
A maniac? The farmer stumbled back, visions of pig flutes dancing through his mind.
No, no, it's your daughter, honest. What did you just say?
Balazar's voice was a whip crack, freezing everyone in the room like an ice spell.
Come on, he's crazy, said Newt.
Lunatic, Dad, come on, said Frog.
Enough from you two, Balazar replied, giving them the glare that only an angry parent can muster.
Now, please, what's this about my daughter?
Better I show you, sir, the farmer said, and then he put the flute to his lips and began to play.
Hello Dad it's me your daughter Fenny That day that you were feathered and the three of us all ventured I was the one who found the cure Frog and Nud are immature They couldn't stand to lose So they told a lie to you And they turned me into a reed Oh they're so mean to me But I made it home, you see Can you turn me back, please?
My baby girl! Balazar cried when the song had finished.
In an instant, he had drawn his wand and pointed it at the farmer.
Hey, easy now. Set it on the chair!
Hurry! The farmer set it down and Balazar moved his wand in a mystic arc.
There was a wet noise and the flute disappeared in a smeared cloud of purple.
The cloud grew and grew and then started to dissipate like smoke, fading away to reveal Feni, back in all her dirty, muddy, scabby, filthy haired glory.
Feni, Balazar cried, scooping her up in a hug.
At the back of the room, Newt and Frog were starting to sneak up the steps.
Not so fast, you two, the wizard said, setting down his daughter.
I think we need to have a little talk about being nicer to your sister, and about your punishment.
The boys shrank back like cornered manticore pups.
Fenny smiled wide. In the end, Balazar gave Feni the Lizard Tales, the farmer a Magic Goose, and Newt and Frog three weeks of being grounded.
Now, when you're grounded, maybe you have to do a lot of chores or sit in your room and be quiet.
Those are tragedies in their own right, true, but being grounded as a wizard tends to be a little bit more...
extreme. As a result, Balazar decided that the boys would have to spend three weeks transformed, just like Feni had as a reed.
And because they had been so mean to their sister, she got to choose what they became.
She thought long and hard about it.
She considered a doormat, or a fly swatter, or even the chamber pot.
But in the end, she settled for something simpler.
She made one a brush and the other a comb.
And every day, she'd go out and do all her dirtiest jobs, from spider silk milking to mud eel excavating, and then before she went to bed, she was sure to brush out every nasty gnarl and comb out every mash of mud.
And for those three weeks, each blessed night, Feni the Witch went to sleep with her locks smooth and shining.
The end. Today's story, The Singing Witch, was inspired by many different European folk tales, written for you by Daniel Hines and performed for you by me, Amanda Weldon, with songs also by me.
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