There was a witch who was always around her cauldron mixing her potions. No one knows what all her potions were for. One was green, white and purple. About two weeks later my friend and I were in the woods walking our dogs and we came across this very old shack. It looked damp and there were three heads on the roof: a ram, a horse and cow. We were like what if the witch lives here? About two minutes later the witch came running after us but we outran her.