June and the Medusa potion

Night in the bayou. Under normal circumstances, all would be silent, save for the occasional croak of a frog or blink of a firefly. But this was not a normal night. On some forgotten corner of the swamp lay a forgotten old run-down shack that burst with light and color and sound. A kooky old witch cackles as she worked on a potion that glowed and emitted multicolored smoke, which mingled with the smoke from her cigarette holder.

“Ah tell ya, Hoggis,” The witch, one June by name, said to her pet pig, “This here potion is sure to make whoever touches it stoned. Get it? Stoned!? Cuz it’ll turn ‘em into a statue!”

June cackled to herself as she added more stuff to the potion, ignoring the pig’s rolling eyes. Things seemed to be going swimmingly until a bit of ash fell off of June’s cigarette and landed in the cauldron…

 KABOOM!!!

The potion exploded with enough force to shake the whole hut. It was hard to tell what was going on due to the thick smoke. All June knew was that she was soaked head to toe in the gunk. She was just about to lament the loss of potion when she realized the bigger problem; she was turning into a statue! There was no time to lose: she had to get help.

“Hoggis! Prep the canon! We’re visiting Slimy Sue!”

Slimy Sue was a rival witch on the other side of the bayou. The two witches had been in a bit of a potion-making contest for some time now, but one with no real rules; just people trying to outdo each other. But now, June needed her help and fast; she just noticed her fingers and feet had already become stone! She climbed into the cannon with some difficulty and was shot clear into the night.

On the other side of the swamp, a witch with iron hair and slimy skin was working on a potion to turn dirt into soap. She was just congratulating herself on her new invention when a loud crash told her that someone was in her living room. It seemed to be her old rival June but for some reason, June’s linbs were solid stone.

“Sue!” June cried, “Yeh gotta help me! A potion went south! Ah’m turnin’ ta stone!”

“Yup,” Sue said emotionlessly, “you are.”

“Well, git offa yer lazy butt and help me!”

“No. I don’t think I will.”

“WHAT!?”

“June, you’re a bitter rival. With you as my lawn ornament, I’ll have finally won.”

“But who will feed Hoggis? I need a-a-ACHOO!”

As the petrification began creeping up her body, June sneezed on Sue’s smug face, and was shocked to find her not just stony-faced in the usual way. Somehow, that sneeze had spread the potion’s effects to Sue! Within a few moments, both women were stuck as stone, forced to stare into each other’s faces until the effects wore off.

The end.