Chapter 2
Lysa stood still afraid to move. The woman had definitely done something, she had a stick off one of her trees and pointed it violently at the younger woman. Spittle flew out of the witches mouth as she screamed something along the lines of, "I'll teach for killing my flowers!" After that there was a moment of silence and then Lysa felt a wrenching her stomach as the world appeared warp and change and the world around seem to grow taller and somehow less colorful. She continued to stand stunned as she watched the witch huff and mutter, "Serves you right" and go back inside.
After awakening from her daze the first thing Lysa noticed was that the weed killer had fallen on the sidewalk. As she tried to reach for it, she felt her heart quicken it's pace as a paw reached toward the nozzle. Well, she thought, I guess of all the things she could of turned me into or cursed me as, this isn't so bad. Well except for the fact that half of her family was allergic to dogs and the other half hated them. Why does everybody hate dogs in my family? She thought about grabbing the weed killer with her mouth, but the chemical scent was so strong she thought better of it. Instead she turned tail and walked back home.
Thankful that she hadn't bothered to close the gate she walked in and said, "Hey dad, I'm in a bit of a pickle..."
"Oh and why's that? " he pulled up a particularly stubborn Lambsquarter before turning to look at his daughter. His face quickly turned too one of confusion upon seeing a mutt instead of his daughter's face.
"So I uh may have accidentally sprayed weed killer on our neighbor's flowers..."
"That might be a hard pickle to get out of.."
Lysa help her dad get the yard cleaned up by putting away the spades in the shed as he went to grab the weedkiller and put it away. Afterwards they both went inside, her dad washed up and poured himself some Arizona Tea, before looking at Lysa "Would you like me to pour some in a doggy bowl for you to lap up?"
"Uh, I'm not sure if dogs are supposed to drink tea," Lysa said as she eyed the bottle of tea.
"They aren't supposed to talk either," Her dad said grinning. There was some barely contained laughter there. He never did give a situation the proper gravity that it deserved. Within days of losing his left leg, her dad had been making horrible puns about being one legged.
"Hey it's not funny, what am I supposed to do about work tomorrow?"
"Maybe they can give doggy uniform. You can be their mascot." He said chuckling.
"You're not very funny you know," Lysa said while scrunching her nose. "You know what pour me some tea, I'm going to need something to endure your endless abuse."
"You know all things considered, I'm surprised that she didn't curse you with something much worse," Her dad still grinning grabbed a white bowl out of the cupboard and poured some of the tea into it, "How about we drink tea on the front porch while we wait for your mom to get home."
The two sat on the porch chatting away while they waited. One neighbor almost ran into a lilac bush while passing by after, hearing not one but two "evenings". I must be low on oxygen, she thought as she straighten herself out.
An hour past and Lysa spotted, or rather heard the her mother's vehicle approach. It wasn't as if it was a particularly noisy car or anything, she just recognized its sound. I guess dog ears are good for something. She and her dad watched the blue Honda drive up and park. Her mother, Karen, got out of the car and began walking, towards them, she was talking to Lysa's aunt on the phone. Seeing her husband she said, "Hey honey do you mind if my sister comes over tonight....Why is there a dog on our porch?" She stopped dead on the sidewalk phone to one ear and purse in another. "Hey Linda, yeah I'll see you in a bit." She put away the phone, "Did Lysa try to rescue a stray again, because you both know that I'm allergic. Why are you grinning at me like that?"
"I was just thinking, that the stray she brought home, was herself," he chuckled.
"What? "
Lysa sighed and spoke up, "I'm afraid that I upset our neighbor."
Her mom, went silent and stared at her. Then said with bewilderment, "What did you dooo?"
When Lysa didn't say anything, "Our daughter poured weedkiller on the witches's flowers." her father offered.
The look that Lysa's mother gave her, told her that this was going to be a long night.
After awakening from her daze the first thing Lysa noticed was that the weed killer had fallen on the sidewalk. As she tried to reach for it, she felt her heart quicken it's pace as a paw reached toward the nozzle. Well, she thought, I guess of all the things she could of turned me into or cursed me as, this isn't so bad. Well except for the fact that half of her family was allergic to dogs and the other half hated them. Why does everybody hate dogs in my family? She thought about grabbing the weed killer with her mouth, but the chemical scent was so strong she thought better of it. Instead she turned tail and walked back home.
Thankful that she hadn't bothered to close the gate she walked in and said, "Hey dad, I'm in a bit of a pickle..."
"Oh and why's that? " he pulled up a particularly stubborn Lambsquarter before turning to look at his daughter. His face quickly turned too one of confusion upon seeing a mutt instead of his daughter's face.
"So I uh may have accidentally sprayed weed killer on our neighbor's flowers..."
"That might be a hard pickle to get out of.."
Lysa help her dad get the yard cleaned up by putting away the spades in the shed as he went to grab the weedkiller and put it away. Afterwards they both went inside, her dad washed up and poured himself some Arizona Tea, before looking at Lysa "Would you like me to pour some in a doggy bowl for you to lap up?"
"Uh, I'm not sure if dogs are supposed to drink tea," Lysa said as she eyed the bottle of tea.
"They aren't supposed to talk either," Her dad said grinning. There was some barely contained laughter there. He never did give a situation the proper gravity that it deserved. Within days of losing his left leg, her dad had been making horrible puns about being one legged.
"Hey it's not funny, what am I supposed to do about work tomorrow?"
"Maybe they can give doggy uniform. You can be their mascot." He said chuckling.
"You're not very funny you know," Lysa said while scrunching her nose. "You know what pour me some tea, I'm going to need something to endure your endless abuse."
"You know all things considered, I'm surprised that she didn't curse you with something much worse," Her dad still grinning grabbed a white bowl out of the cupboard and poured some of the tea into it, "How about we drink tea on the front porch while we wait for your mom to get home."
The two sat on the porch chatting away while they waited. One neighbor almost ran into a lilac bush while passing by after, hearing not one but two "evenings". I must be low on oxygen, she thought as she straighten herself out.
An hour past and Lysa spotted, or rather heard the her mother's vehicle approach. It wasn't as if it was a particularly noisy car or anything, she just recognized its sound. I guess dog ears are good for something. She and her dad watched the blue Honda drive up and park. Her mother, Karen, got out of the car and began walking, towards them, she was talking to Lysa's aunt on the phone. Seeing her husband she said, "Hey honey do you mind if my sister comes over tonight....Why is there a dog on our porch?" She stopped dead on the sidewalk phone to one ear and purse in another. "Hey Linda, yeah I'll see you in a bit." She put away the phone, "Did Lysa try to rescue a stray again, because you both know that I'm allergic. Why are you grinning at me like that?"
"I was just thinking, that the stray she brought home, was herself," he chuckled.
"What? "
Lysa sighed and spoke up, "I'm afraid that I upset our neighbor."
Her mom, went silent and stared at her. Then said with bewilderment, "What did you dooo?"
When Lysa didn't say anything, "Our daughter poured weedkiller on the witches's flowers." her father offered.
The look that Lysa's mother gave her, told her that this was going to be a long night.
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