Nobody believed him when he said he saw a witch.
He even pointed her out to his friend Darlene. "Oh! Look, it's the witch!"
Darlene had rolled her eyes at him. "That's not a witch. She doesn't look anything like a witch. That's just a lady out for a walk."
But he knew she was a witch.
"Watch when she walks down the path."
So Darlene watched. "What?"
"Didn't you see how everyone got out of her way? It's because she's a witch."
"She's not a witch, people are just polite."
But he knew the truth. She never moved. Everyone always moved for her. Because she was a witch.
When she stopped and ducked down to pet the neighbor's mean cat he told Darlene, "See? Look! Whiskers doesn't like anyone and he let's her pet him."
Darlene sighed, "Whiskers just doesn't like you because you are too loud. He likes me just fine."
"Have you ever pet him?"
"No. But that doesn't mean he doesn't like me. I just haven't wanted to pet him."
"Because you know he will scratch you if you try."
Darlene ignored him. But he was right. Whiskers was a terror. They all knew not to bother him.
When the witch (he KNEW she was a witch) stopped petting him Whiskers rolled around on the ground for awhile. Like his cats at home did when they found cat nip.
"That's not normal."
Darlene said, "He's a cat. Cats aren't normal. And she's not a witch."
"To what? I don't hear anything."
"See? The birds stopped singing when she walked by. And the frogs are quiet too. They don't want her to notice them."
"Or it could be because Whiskers is on the prowl."
He shook his head. He knew she was a witch. He watched her walking away. Then he saw the crows. There were three of them. And they were watching her too. One would fly to a tree near her and watch her walk by, another would fly ahead and land on a street sign she had to pass, another perched on the rain gutter of the house near by. They watched her walk away from the park and then when she got far enough away all three flew back.
The crows always know.
She was a witch.