The witch just shrugged. “Ok...But, whats that got to do with me though?”.
“What do you mean, what does that have to do with you? You have him.” Nolan noted.
"Just give Mr. Muddle back!"
“Oooooh, that’s a nice look you got, but not on your life, you brat!" said the witch.
“I’m not a brat!”
"At least let Mr. Muddle out of that cage!" Nolan pleaded.
Before she could reply, three figures' rushed in from a trail on the other side of the crossing field.
Nolan thought they looked familiar, but he couldn’t land why. Those men he saw earlier, it was he bear brothers! They also live around here, but are rarely seen, so I didn’t think I would see them here.
Nolan recognized the one in the black skirt that he seen before. The witch seemed to recognize him too.
"Hello Marco," said the witch.
"Morning Wearica." The man noticed Mr. Muddle. "what's with the creepy-looking doll?"
Your name's Wearica? Asked Nolan with a lifted brow.
"Hands off the name."Snapped Wearica.
"That's Mr. Muddle," explained Wearica.
"Ooh! Mr. Muddle, huh? It would look good with my other trinkets in my home. Hand it over!" Marco demanded.
Wearica shook her head. "Mr. Muddle is staying with me."
"Um... Excuse me..." Nolan interrupted. “Do they not see me?”, thought Nolan.
Feeling that he was drifting off subject. Nolan yelled, "Mr. Muddle lives with me! And not in a cage!"
Marco ignored him. "Is there nothing you'll trade?" he asked Wearica.
Wearica then said, "I don’t like being bored.” Wearica thought for a moment. I'll release him to whoever can eat a whole front door." “I honestly don’t want the dumb pet, just entertain me. Getting bored by myself.” The witch said.
Marco looked at the cabin made from Jell-O and said, "Yea, no problem. I could totally eat that entire cabin made from Jell-O if I wanted to."
"That's nun’ man," said the next brother. "I could eat two houses."
“Well, I could eat three!” Said the 2nd brother, Danny.
"There's no need to eat my whole house, I have to live somewhere after all. ," Wearica said. " Just eat one door and you get the dumb toy." “It is easier to fix that way.” “Then you eating at my whole house.” Wearica added.
Nolan watched, feeling very worried. He didn't want the Wearica to give Mr. Muddle to Marco. He didn't think Muddle would like to live with Marco, away from his cabin and all his other talking toys.
The two brothers looked at Marco putting on his bib on.
Marco received a weird look from Wearica. Wearica then said, “Aren’t you a little too old for a bib?”
Marco ignored her and proceeded to withdraw a knife and fork from his pocket.
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