Claude Monet Poplars

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Its lifting spells had worn so thin that it wouldn't even begin to operate until it was already moving at a fair lick. It was, in fact, the only broomstick ever to need bump-starting.
And it was while Granny Weatherwax, sweating and cursing, was running along a forest path holding the damn thing at The startled heads withdrew and Granny could hear a hasty whispered conversation. They had seen the hat and broomstick.
Finally a bearded head reappeared, rather reluctantly, as if the body it was attached to was being pushed forward.
"Um," it began, "look, mother -"shoulder height for the tenth time that she had found the bear trap. The second problem was that a bear had found it first. In fact this hadn't been too much of a problem because Granny, already in a bad temper, hit it right between the eyes with the broomstick and it was now sitting as far away from her as it was possible to get in a pit, and trying to think happy thoughts. It was not a very comfortable night and the morning wasn't much better for the party of hunters who, around dawn, peered over the edge of the pit. "About time, too," said Granny. "Get me out."