Dinner
The Witch's stomach starts to growl; she groans. She wasn't the best of cooks…and it was hard to find food when you were alone, with only monkeys for company.
Finding breakfast and lunch was hard enough, but dinner was the worst.
"Chistery, go to the forest…pick some apples. See if you can find a bird or something—make sure it doesn't talk before you kill it!—and get some water."
She hands him a bucket; he nods and flies off.
The Witch takes a torch, sets some wood on fire, and waits for Chistery to bring her what she asks for.
She hates making dinner.