My name is Milk. It is a really ironic name, considering that I am, unlike most representatives of my kind, allergic to milk. It’s not a classical allergy, mind you, it’s more of a magical one. When I drink milk, I turn into a panda.

And that is how I met Clarissa, my best friend and personal witch. She has the most wonderful abilities, too! She can turn a feather into a flying device that we climb on to go anywhere we want, and she knows all about plants! Oh, and the best of all: she has somehow found a way to reproduce the chameleon camouflage, so she can become almost invisible. Clarissa is the best.

I was but a kitten when I met her. I was enjoying the night air and looking at birds flying in the sky when a feather fell on my nose, making me sneeze. Unluckily, there was a bowl of milk in front of me, that someone had put there for whatever reason. I ingested a bit, and the transformation began. It was not a grand thing, not even a long one… One second I was a cat, the next I was a panda. That’s it. Nothing more to it.

Clarissa was the owner of the feather, of course, and when she saw me turn from one animal to another she decided to adopt me. She named me Milk because she has close to no imagination when it comes to names. Nobody is perfect, right?

Ever since that day, we have been together, flying around and helping as much as we could. You see, witches aren’t bad people. They are only magical humans, and they mostly use their magic to help non-magical humans, who in turn offer them stuff. Sometimes useful stuff like food or rolls of wool, sometimes useless like clothing and vegetables.

All in all, witches lives off of other peoples’ offerings, and other people live thanks to witches’ magic. And mine, too! I am helping Clarissa as much as I can, running errands for her, telling her when someone needs her help, catching little prey for her to cook, and a lot of other useful things that she thanks me for by giving me food and water. Life is good with Clarissa.