“Higher, higher,”teased a little witch, until the coil completely spun and the kite became the size of a half-finger.
Puffy cloudswere walking through the sky as if they were choux pastry. The soft sunset was shining with orange rays, staining everything around.The horizon, beautified with lace of pine heads, darkened from the east and burned from the west.
Foxberry the Little Witch ran across the field, holding a kiterope, which hovered high above the ground, and sang an old autumn song:
“A bird flies free and sees a field,
The wind strokes itsmighty wings.
The bird knows the place the river feeds the sea,
The bird knowsthe world secrecy…”
Foxberry the Little Witch and Starling
The witch Foxberry, having decided to have a bite in the fresh air, put a cup of honey tea with cloves, pepper and cinnamon, a piece of chocolate cake and a bowl of pine nutson a silver platter. She went out onto the veranda, where there was a round table with wicker chairs and a bench, and she shouted: there was a black starling on the table. Its featherswere disheveled and his footwas broken.
“How did you manage to do so?” She asked a bird,but it only lowered her head in response. “Don’t worry, I will set itup, be patient.”
The Little Witch brought the starling into the house, mixed some roots and powders in the mortar, made an ointment, and put a bandage on the sick foot.
“How shall we call you then? May I call you Starly?”Suggested Foxberry, building a nest of woolen neck cloth.
The bird nodded, its black beady eyes shone, saying «good name for me».
The Little Witch had been looking after the starling for almost two weeks. She fed the bird, treated, told fairy tales, asked the magic flute to play only healing music and no dull melodies!
As time wore on, the leaves were falling outside the window and, it seemed, there would be no end to leaf falls. When the starling got stronger and his foot healed, it was time to say goodbye.
“Come over, I always have some tasty grains for you and the flute will be happy to play for you,” said Foxberry, stroking the Starly, “and take care of yourself and no more fighting! Look here, be smart, step back, gain strength, and then attack from behind. Oh, I need to teach you everything. Don’t look like that, fly away.”