Backtalk!
“No kidding?” Timmy said as he crouched behind a dumpster right next to the pile. “Keep your voice down,” he said as the witch joined him.
“Why?” said the witch. “You worried I’ll scare him away?”
“I want it scared,” said Timmy, as he reached into his jacket with his good hand. “And it won’t run away. It’s gonna try to kill us.”
“Well, you’re hunting him. Poor thing. What did he ever do to you?”
Timmy looked at her, honestly confused. “It’s an elf. Didn’t you learn about elves in school?”
“We don’t learn about fairy tales,” the witch sniffed. “We learn about math and history and real things. Not stupid enchanted creatures that don’t even exist.”
“It shot me!”
“And I’m a witch! You still didn’t tell me what I can do, you know.”
Timmy honestly couldn’t remember if girls were this weird in the old days.