Encouraging links between students and school staff around the globe
Long ago and faraway, guarding the mountain spring which provided the only water for the whole village, lived a witch. And her daughter. The witch was kind and generous. The daughter was not. The witch worked hard to keep the spring clean. The daughter did not. The daughter was lazy, and preferred to spend her days painting her long nails and waiting for her mother to bring her food. The villagers were glad that the witch kept the spring clean. Every week they brought her gifts, of crisp apples, or freshly-caught trout, or soft wool. But they were worried because they knew that the witch was old. And they feared that the daughter would not keep the spring clean.
One day, the witch died.
Add a Comment