Once upon a time… In a far off kingdom… there lay a small village at the edge of the Wood…
And in this village… There lived a Baker and his son… A Witch and her daughter
The Young Witch was named Hazel and lived with her mother. Her father had died in a snowy mountain range when Hazel was only two. So she was homeschooled and lived a very sheltered life. Her mother taught her the ways of witches. She explained how to place a curse and how to reverse a curse. She taught her how to make swift entrances and exits and scare people simply by saying "Hi".
However the most important part of witchery that Hazel was taught, she learned on her 10th birthday.
"Hazel", her mother called to her, "Come here."
Hazel dropped the book she was reading. She stood up and walked over to her mother.
Her mother continued, "Hazel, there is something very important I have to tell you." Hazel simply nodded.
"You see Hazel, each clan of witches has a sacred symbol. There is a separate punishment for each different clan if the symbol is lost. Our symbols are those special beans out here in our garden. They glow green during the day and orange during the night. Do you know what that is symbolic of?"
Hazel shook her head. "It means that if they are ever lost to us, the beautiful streak that our family's ladies has always had will be lost. The curse of ugliness will come upon you and all your descendants if anyone, even us, takes them away from that brick wall surrounding our garden. Make wise choices."
Hazel nodded firmly. "I understand Mother. And I will do my best to keep those beans inside our garden."
The Baker's son was a British boy named Peter who was a fine young lad and was not interested in baking, but in studying textbooks. The boy wished to become a school teacher when he grew up and not follow his father's profession. Peter was about to learn however that baking would soon be all he wanted to on Earth.