witches and warts and the wizard of oz
See that freckle on the end of my nose? Well, it’s more of a mole really but I call it a freckle because ‘mole’ sounds ugly.
When I was four my uncle use to tease me that it would keep growing as I grew. And that one day I’d look like the warted witch from the Wizard of Oz . Kids would be afraid and giant hairs would sprout forth.
A few years later that same uncle went bald. I’m convinced this is why.
Let that be a lesson to all who taunt small children.