Abagail Harrison, of uncertain age and worldy wise in the way of the Ancients, lived in a middle sized community named Abbotsburg. She had lived there for over a hundred and ten years. She had a few close friends, all of them witches. It was a close knit coven of open minded individuals and their familiars. Recently they had a discussion on men.
"How come there are so few male witches? Has something happened to cull the numbers? Maybe we should investigate?" Alvira Williams voiced her opinion. Her familiar, a dark grey cat with a white bib sat on her lap purring.
"I suspect it has something to do with the lack of communication between the men and the women of the world. Besides, I don't particularly care if there are no male witches. They tend to be rather ambitious and cause trouble." Sniffed Anna Caldwell, the blonde with the iguana familiar. He sat beside her calmly eating lettuce and ignoring everyone around him.
"Personally, I think it is a lack of training. The men tend to train themselves and they get too eager to rule the world. It is better to stay quiet and work subtly and discretely. If I found the right man, I could make him a witch to change things and make the world better. Not in a flamboyant way, but with skill and flair. I have been searching, but it is hard to find someone willing to submit to the training. I need to find someone who is sophisticated enough to be worldly, but smart enough to know how to be subtle and suave. I have yet to find one. I have almost given up hope on the idea." She sighed as she stroked the feathers of her raven, Bernard.
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