Witch Ursula didn’t have much luck with men. It could be the giant wart that protruded from her nose; it may also be that she was allergic to most perfume potions; even love potions had no effect on the men she aimed them at.
Then, as she was chatting about her problem at Samhain, with fellow witches, Witch Glenda came up with a wonderful solution to her problem.
‘I’ve come across an ancient spell that may help,’ Glenda told Ursula. ‘But, I’ve never actually tried it myself.’
‘What is it?’ Ursula asked, with eyes dancing with enthusiasm and the flames from the nearby fire.
‘It was a potion used at the dawn of time to create the perfect male.’ Glenda told her. ‘I found it whilst visiting the old world.’
‘Why wasn’t it used then?’
‘Apparently, or so the legends go, the warlocks of old feared the outcome and buried it deep in the mountain Ga-ar.’
‘How did you get it?’
‘Their was an earthquake and lots of old scrolls were found. I haven’t been able to decipher the other scrolls, but I have this one.’
‘What is it supposed to create?’ Ursula asked, thoroughly intrigued.
‘If I’m correct: the potion will create a male who will listen intently, see past flaws, smell the blossom of a woman and have the touch of a god!’
‘Is this so?!’
‘Can I see the scroll?’ Ursula asked in an excited whisper?’
‘You can. I will bring it to your cottage the morrow.’