I Am a Witch in a Fairy Tale World

Others traveled through time and became witches: cursing the princess, brewing poison, and reaching the peak of darkness. Vivian traveled through time and became a witch: This moss is so soft, lie down for another five minutes. She just wants to lie down and retire in this small wooden house where she can make her own fire and cook. She grows mushrooms, bakes biscuits and builds nests for crows every day. But visitors from the fairy tale world lined up to knock on the door. Little Red Riding Hood brought the nagging Big Bad Wolf to complain that her grandmother spoke too loudly, Cinderella's pumpkin carriage fell apart halfway, Snow White was chased by her stepmother and hid in her mushroom house, and the seven dwarfs couldn't stand the snoring of the dragon and moved next door to become neighbors. Rapunzel in the tower did not dare to go out after reading too many words. The injured porcupine piled the hunter's shavings into a hill, and even the snoring dragon that collapsed the mine brought his own bowl to drink the medicinal soup. Vivian has a headache. She just wants to fish, but the little animals in the forest need her, the lost princesses and princes need her, and the newly moved dwarf miners and hunters also need her. A witch who wants to lie down, a breathing hut, a magical forest with warmth. Gentleness itself is a kind of magic, and daily life is the best fairy tale.