The Little Witch of Lemon Town
Heading to Lemon Town
“Dear little witch, have you packed your blue magic wand?”
“Yes, I have, Mom.”
“And the spell book?”
“I have it, Mom.”
“The magical handbag I gave you?”
“Packed it, Mom.”
“And the map to Lemon Town?”
“Got it, Mom.”
“Then, my dear little witch, why are you still hesitating? Why are you dragging your feet?”
“Oh, Mom, can I stay here with you, and be with you forever?”
“No, dear. You’ve grown up now. Every little witch who grows up has to move to a new place to live on her own.”
“But, Mom, I’m afraid Lemon Town won’t welcome a little witch like me. Didn’t you say that little witches aren’t always welcome?”
“Yes, child. In some places, little witches are as unwelcome as monsters. Only when you find a place that truly likes and welcomes you can you be a happy little witch.”
“But, Mom, how will I know if Lemon Town truly likes and welcomes me?”
“Listen, child, if a town likes and welcomes little witches, then the chimneys of all the houses will puff out colorful smoke.”
“And if they don’t like or welcome me?”
“Then the chimneys will puff out black smoke.”
“And what else?”
“Also, if a town likes and welcomes little witches, a lark will perch on your hat and sing.”
“And if they don’t like or welcome me?”
“Then a crow will peck your hat off.”
“Is there more?”
“And if a town likes and welcomes little witches, all the trees will sing in a rustling chorus.”
“And if they don’t like or welcome me?”
“Then the trees won’t sing, even if a strong wind blows.”
“Is that all?”
“That’s about it.”
“Alright then. Goodbye, dear Mom.”
“Goodbye, my dear little witch.”
…The little witch arrived at Lemon Town at dusk. As soon as one of her feet stepped into the town, all the chimneys of the little houses instantly puffed out colorful smoke! Immediately after, all the trees in Lemon Town started to sing in a low, melodious voice. A tiny lark flew straight to the little witch’s hat and began to sing joyfully.
In the rosy sunset, the little witch beamed with delight.
The Little Witch’s House
In the morning, a big red balloon, like a rising sun, gently floated up from the little witch’s window.
The balloon had a funny rabbit face painted on it. This meant that today, all the little rabbits in Lemon Town could come to the little witch’s house to play.
The little rabbits were thrilled. They dressed up as if they were going to a festival.
“Welcome!” The little witch stood smiling at the door to greet her guests. “Today, I have specially made bouncing candies, silly-face snacks, and lightning juice just for you rabbits!”
One by one, the little rabbits happily entered the little witch’s house.
“Ouch! I’m stuck!” One little rabbit suddenly cried out. It turned out that as this rabbit was about to enter, the door had closed by itself, trapping the rabbit in the doorway.
“You’re not really a rabbit, are you?” the little witch asked suspiciously. Just then, a pair of horns sprouted from the rabbit’s head, and it slowly transformed into a little monster.
“Sorry, but my little house can see through all disguises. And it has a very strict code,” the little witch apologized.
Another morning arrived. From the little witch’s window rose a balloon with a bear face painted on it.
“Welcome!” the little witch stood smiling at the door. “Today, I have specially made honey bubbles, dream berries, and flying candy just for you bears!” One by one, the bears happily entered the little witch’s house.
“Ouch! I’m stuck!” one bear suddenly cried out. “You’re not really a bear, are you?” the little witch asked suspiciously. Just then, a pair of horns sprouted from the bear’s head, and it slowly transformed into a little monster.
“Sorry, but my little house can see through all disguises. And it has a very strict code,” the little witch apologized.
Today it’s a bear balloon, yesterday it was a rabbit balloon, the little monster thought sadly. The day before that it was a cat balloon, before that a pig balloon, and before that a tiger balloon… All the animals have had their turn several times, but just because I’m a little monster, I haven’t been able to play even once.
The little monster thought about it more and more sadly, and blue tears started to fall. Yes, monsters have blue tears. He cried for a long time until he finally fell asleep.
When the little monster woke up, he saw the moonlight shining on the little witch’s house. Then, he could hardly believe his eyes—a big yellow balloon with a monster face painted on it, like the moon, slowly rose from the little witch’s window.
The little monster happily walked into the little witch’s house and found that the little witch had cast a spell on the room: the table had turned into a funny table monster, the sofa had become a sofa monster, the cups had become cup monsters, and the teapot had become a teapot monster.
“Now you’re not lonely anymore!” The little witch said with a grin, “My little house has a very strict code, but it also has a kind heart. This is a special night it has prepared for the only little monster in Lemon Town. Enjoy it to the fullest!”
The Little Witch’s Happiness Ball
One bright morning, the little witch woke up feeling incredibly happy. As she got dressed, she started humming a song:
“I’m the happy little witch, the happy little witch, my heart is filled with golden joy, just like a honey jar filled with honey…”
The little witch’s magic was quite powerful; even a casual, joyful song she hummed had magical effects. Before long, all the furniture in the room started to sway and dance to the rhythm of her song. Freshly baked golden little buns danced gracefully on their plates, and even the teacups and teapot joined in a joyful circle dance, although they danced lightly so as not to break themselves.
No one noticed that a small sky-blue ball in the corner was undergoing a magical transformation. It had been deflated for a long time because all its air had leaked out, but now it was being filled with the little witch’s happiness, turning back into a round, bouncy ball.
A ball filled with happiness naturally wants to bounce around. So, the blue ball bounced and hopped across the room and out the window. It jumped across the grassy fields, through the woods, over the bamboo bridge, and all the way to the bustling streets.
The happy little ball bounced and hopped past Mr. Bear, who was full of anger. Mr. Bear was angry at Mrs. Bear, angry at Baby Bear, angry at himself, angry at the neighbors… angry at the whole world. But as soon as Mr. Bear saw the bouncing, happy ball, all his anger magically disappeared, and he followed the ball, bouncing and hopping joyfully.
The happy little ball bounced and hopped past Mrs. Rabbit, who had a worried look on her face. Mrs. Rabbit was worried about all sorts of things. She worried about Mr. Rabbit being forgetful, worried about Baby Rabbit not liking carrots, worried about getting fatter herself… But as soon as Mrs. Rabbit saw the bouncing, happy ball, all her worries magically disappeared, and she too followed the ball, bouncing and hopping joyfully.
The happy little ball bounced and hopped past Miss Snail, who was teary-eyed. Miss Snail always felt very sad because her little shell was full of sadness. She was sad about the bad weather, sad that the ground was too hard, sad that the flowers were wilting, sad that the leaves were falling, sad that she was just a snail… But as soon as Miss Snail saw the bouncing, happy ball, all her sadness magically disappeared, and she too followed the ball, bouncing and hopping. As a snail who usually moved very slowly, she had never tried bouncing and hopping before. It turned out that bouncing felt wonderful!
…After breakfast, the little witch went out for a walk. She saw that everyone on the street was bouncing and hopping, and everyone looked so happy. “They say happiness is contagious, and it turns out to be true. I like this happy world,” the little witch said to herself with a smile.
The Little Witch’s Handkerchief
Even a little witch needs a soft little handkerchief. When the weather is hot, it can help her wipe her sweat; when she sneezes, it can cover her mouth; and when she’s sad and crying, it can gently wipe away her tears. But even the little witch herself didn’t know that her handkerchief had abilities that ordinary handkerchiefs don’t!
One day, the little witch was sitting in her room, focused on reading a magic book. From a small hole in the wall, a tiny mouse emerged. This was a very small and innocent mouse, as naive as a little fruit hanging on a branch, unaware of danger. He curiously looked around the room and eventually climbed up onto the little witch’s desk!
The little witch was startled and couldn’t help but let out a scream. The little witch’s scream was no small matter; the little mouse was so shocked that he froze for a moment, and then burst into tears.
“Oh, don’t cry, don’t cry, I’ll make something nice for you!” The little witch quickly said. The little witch couldn’t stand seeing anyone cry, especially since it was her scream that had made the little mouse cry.
The little witch waved her magic wand and conjured up a large cake. But oh dear
, the cake was too big, ten times larger than the little mouse’s body! The result was that the little mouse got buried under the “cake mountain.” The little witch frantically waved her magic wand to make the cake disappear, but the poor little mouse cried even harder. The little witch quickly waved her magic wand again, and this time she conjured up a beautiful little toy trumpet. The little mouse’s crying quieted down a bit. “Look, this is for you to blow,” the little witch said, enthusiastically picking up the trumpet and blowing it. But the trumpet let out a sharp scream, just like the one the little witch had made earlier.
The little witch frantically waved her magic wand to make the trumpet disappear, but the poor little mouse cried even harder.
The little witch didn’t know what to do next. The more anxious she became, the more mistakes she made. The more mistakes she made, the more anxious she got. She tried to create a little ball but ended up with a wooden stump. She tried to make cotton candy but turned it into a little rain cloud. Finally, she accidentally conjured up a little cat.
The poor little mouse was almost ready to faint. “Oh, you’re so clumsy! Let me handle this!” The little witch’s handkerchief couldn’t bear to watch anymore. It flew up into the air and deftly folded itself, quickly transforming into the shape of a little mouse. It gently landed in the real little mouse’s arms.
The handkerchief mouse was soft, warm, and had a pleasant scent. The little mouse immediately stopped crying and broke into a big smile.
Whew—the little witch finally let out a sigh of relief and sat back in her chair. That night, the little witch wrote in her diary: “Never underestimate the things around you. Even a small handkerchief can do extraordinary things.”
The Little Witch’s Shoes
As a little witch, there are always some special things about you. For example, her hat loved to show off and would change its color and pattern every day. Her gloves were clean freaks, making a fuss if they got even a little dusty. And her shoes? They loved to wander and often ran away.
Waking up to find her shoes missing from under the bed was something the little witch had gotten used to. She wasn’t even angry about it. On such days, the little witch would walk around barefoot.
“Little witch, why don’t you just buy another pair of shoes?” people often asked her.
“Because my shoes always come back home after they’ve had enough fun,” the little witch would always reply. “If they came back and found their place taken by another pair of shoes, how sad they would be. Besides, there’s something to be gained from wandering off.”
Yes, that’s right, wandering off does have its benefits. One time, her shoes returned after playing in the meadows, and they had learned to walk softly. “You don’t know,” the shoes told the little witch, “but underneath the entire meadow, there’s a big, bustling world. Thousands and thousands of little bugs are building houses, falling in love, chatting, arguing, and keeping busy. If you walk too heavily, you’ll disturb them.”
The little witch didn’t say anything. She just smiled and listened.
Another time, her shoes came back after spending time at an outdoor dance floor, and they had learned to dance on their tiptoes. “You don’t know,” the shoes told the little witch, “but now I know what to do when I’m happy—dance! Dance! Dance! When you dance on tiptoes, the whole world feels different.”
The little witch didn’t say anything. She just smiled and listened.
One time, her shoes returned after walking on a pebble-paved path and no longer kicked stones around recklessly.
“You don’t know,” the shoes told the little witch, “but you should respect the stones! Some are tens of thousands of years old, some even millions. Each one has a belly full of ancient stories.”
The little witch didn’t say anything. She just smiled and listened.
Another time, her shoes returned from the forest, where they had learned to cherish every footprint they made.
“You don’t know,” the shoes told the little witch, “but footprints are very important! Predators track their prey by following footprints. Animal mothers track down their lost babies by following footprints.”
The little witch didn’t say anything. She just smiled and listened.
Finally, one day, the little witch’s shoes returned home and announced they were done wandering.
“I’ve walked all kinds of roads in the world,” they said to the little witch. “Thank you for always letting me go and for always waiting for me to come back. From now on, I want to stay by your side and fulfill my duties as a pair of shoes.”
“Welcome home!” the little witch said.
The Little Witch’s Straw Hat
Everyone knows that the little witch of Lemon Town is always friendly and loves to help others. Even her red scarf is friendly. On cold nights, her red scarf often sneaks out to become a warm little tent, sheltering stray animals.
Her blue gloves are also very friendly. The little witch’s blue gloves have a sense of direction, often appearing in front of lost travelers and flying ahead like little birds to guide them.
Her yellow straw hat is friendly too. It’s said that no matter who you are, as long as you greet it with, “Hello, little witch’s hat!” it will immediately perform a hat trick and conjure up something you like.
The little witch’s yellow straw hat is especially fond of babies. It loves all kinds of babies. Even if a baby can’t quite say “Hello,” they can still get the most delicious candies and treats from the hat.
The little witch’s hat is just that friendly. So, when a little rabbit was walking by the river one May morning and saw the little witch’s hat shining in the grass, it happily greeted it, “Hello, little witch’s hat!” Strangely, this time, the hat didn’t respond at all, let alone conjure up some carrots for the little rabbit. The little rabbit, puzzled, walked up and tried to pick up the hat, but the hat angrily let out a big tiger roar!
The little rabbit was so frightened that it ran home crying. A little while later, a little raccoon came along. The little raccoon saw the little witch’s hat and greeted it cheerfully, “Hello, little witch’s hat!”
But the little witch’s hat ignored the raccoon as well. When the raccoon tried to touch it, it got a shock, yelping in pain, “The little witch’s hat is electrified!”
No one knew what had happened to the little witch’s hat, so they all ran to complain to the little witch.
When the little witch heard this, she was furious. How could a friendly little witch have a hat that behaved like a prickly porcupine? It was simply outrageous!
The little witch stormed off toward the river, with the complaining residents of Lemon Town close behind.
To their surprise, as soon as the little witch’s hat saw her approaching, it shouted out:
“No! Don’t come any closer!” The little witch was taken aback. A hat telling its owner “no”? This was too… too… too brave.
“Alright,” the little witch said. “From now on, you’re free. You no longer belong to anyone, only to yourself.”
Proudly, the little witch turned and walked away without looking back. Her silhouette had a hint of sadness.
…About three weeks later, one morning, just as the little witch had gotten out of bed, the little rabbit came rushing in, so excited it could barely speak. “Quick! Quick! By the river!” The little witch, still in her nightgown, was dragged to the river by the little rabbit, where she saw the most touching sight—a dozen wet little ducklings emerging one by one from under her yellow straw hat! “So that’s what happened. My yellow straw hat has become a mother!” The little witch smiled. “It must have found some abandoned eggs and decided to adopt them, becoming their mother. It acted like a prickly porcupine earlier because it needed to protect its little babies. And it had the courage to say no to its owner because a mother must be brave.”
The little witch felt that among all the hat tricks her straw hat had ever performed, this was by far the most remarkable.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
