Looking Good
The witch turned to face the evil dragon, wand ready for battle. "Wait a minute," she said holding up her hand. The witch conjured up her make-up purse, refreshed her lipstick, and a quick brush to her coiffure. The astonished dragon stared at the witch as he furiously spouted flames and smoke. "What?" she said to the dragon, "Of course I will save the boy, but I don't have to look poorly doing it." She dabbed powder on her nose, then slipped her make-up purse into her robes. “OK. Let's get this done." With that, the battle began. The dragon flapped his huge wings twice, generating a swirling windy vortex that disheveled the witch's hair. The dragon roared with laughter, flames and smoke spitting from his nostrils. "How rude," declared the witch. "Stop at once!" she said, holding up her hand. The witch retrieved her brush, repaired her coiffure. She pulled out hair spray, finishing the job with a heavy dousing. ...