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// Cantamen Secundo - Puella Magi (I Pars - Annecto) 
// Story: The Witch 
// by DavidReinold 
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Let me take a moment to get my thoughts together, since I myself am still reeling from last night's events (assuming 'events' is a sufficient word to describe all that):

The blue-haired girl and I are sitting at the dining room table. She pouts at me from the opposite end, while I stare at the ceiling, waiting for her to give in. Allow me to explain: there is no food in the house. At least, none that either of us is willing to touch. All the eggs are gone. She hates vegetables of all kinds. I'm going to need about a week before I can stand the sight of sliced bread again.

Oh, and she refuses to leave the house, meaning if I was going to get groceries, I'd need to leave her here.

Alone.

Yeah, not going to happen.

Until now, I've never had a reason to wish I was good with kids. I certainly never anticipated being in a situation like this. The strangest questions begin surfacing in my mind. Things like 'why is her hair blue? Isn't she, like, eight years old?' or 'where did she get the newspaper to make that hat...?' The human mind is so useless sometimes. If I can waste time asking these meaningless questions, I can think my way out of this conundrum. 

"What would I have to do to get you to leave the house with me?"

"It's not that I don't want to leave the house, Spikey-Spike. I just can't. Not unless Twilight is here."

"What does Twilight have to do with this?"

"Everything, you silly."

"I don't understand at all. I feel like I'm missing something here. Can you please just tell me what you know?"

"Not until I get breakfast, Mister Spike."

I let out an exasperated sigh and hang my head in frustration. Something inside of me just gives up.

"Okay. Fine. You win. I'll go get groceries, and then I'll go track down Twilight. Then I'll come back here, and we'll all have tea and biscuits and have a lovely time talking about everything you're not telling me right now."

"Was that so hard?"