After setting out for a great adventure to rescue a girl he never even got a good look at, Chance found himself trapped at Fiamma's hut for months on end. Days started early as the witch had to deliver her potions, ointments, oils, and concoctions to the surrounding villages and she always left a long list of tasks for him to complete while she was away. In the morning, it was hard to even find your way around the house with all the open jars, dirty pots, and occasional spills. He always started with his favorite task, finding mushrooms, roots, leaves, and flowers from the nearby forest using a small notebook with drawings: mandrake, belladonna, wolfsbane, sage, nightshade berries, mugwort, valerian, milk thistle, and Saint John's Wort. By the time he got back with his basket full, he still had to clean and put everything back in place, feed the cat, tend to the garden, mend the clothes, chop the wood, and try to put together some warm meal.
The trouble was, there was only one fountain in the courtyard, but the water was so bitter it was only good for watering the garden. To get drinking and cooking water, you had to go all the way to the valley and come back up the hill with two buckets full. But you could only wash clothes and your hair with rainwater; otherwise, your laundry would get stiff and your hair would get as rough as a broom. He had to learn all this on his own, and even after months, he still got something wrong, and there were still a million other things to do when the witch got back. So she was huffing and puffing, scolding him and calling him every name in the book.
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