Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Why Witches Have No Church
A Tale of the Driftless Witches
Once upon a time, witches used to have a church of their own, just like everyone else.
Well, maybe not just like everyone else.
The witches' church, you see, was made out of cheese.
One year there was a terrible famine. When the witches ran out of food, they ate up their church, and in this way managed to survive.
But ever since then, we've worshiped in the woods instead.
Well, that's how I heard it.
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