Tuppin dropped her broom at the door and hurried to the stove.  She needed to get the cauldron on now or it wouldn’t reach the rich simmering point before conclave tonight.  She popped the toads’ eggs into the oven, flipped on a burner, grabbed her biggest pot and began filling it with hot water.

“Merowrr!”  Her new black kitten, Minx, came yowling and clawing out of the cauldron. 

Tuppin huffed and rested the pot beside the sink.  Now she’d need to wash it out good before she could use it – this recipe had to be followed precisley and ‘hair of a black cat’ was not on the list.

Ding dong!  Ding dong!

Tuppin looked through the glass front door.  The first of her trick-or-treaters were smiling on the porch.