"Wait a bit," said the first witch.

"What is it?" said the second,putting down a teflon coated wok that she thought might serve as a passable cauldron.

"There's someone in the other aisle. I bet they're listening."

"I hate snoops. Even here in a department store, dressed like any other shopper, they seem to know us."

"I'll fix it." The first witch whispered something in Etruscan and made a funny little circle with her left thumb.

The two witches walked around the end of the shelves and into the other aisle, where a teenage girl stood motionless. She was dressed in about as immodest a miniskirt as was decent and didn't even blink. The first witch tapped a fingernail on a painted plastic cheek. "Fixed," she said.

"You know... I don't think we *were* being eavesdropped," said the second witch. "Oh well, the store can always use another manikin."

As they walked away, she added "When do you think you'll come back and un-do the spell."

"What for? He looks just fine, don't you think."