It's an age-old question: Why are some people witches, and some not?
Well, I'll tell you. The answer is simultaneously very simple, and utterly outrageous.
We're witches because Old Hornie sires us Himself.
A witch once asked her mother if she could remember anything about the circumstances of her conception.
Oh for godssakes, her mother said. How could I possibly—?
Then she paused. When finally she spoke, it was in an undertone, as if to herself.
So that explains it, she said between her teeth.
