Some months later a second butterfly fluttered by. It landed on The Spell Pantry table.
Someone had torn out a newspaper clipping.
They thought I might be interested, since it dealt with a subject I had been rabbiting on about at great length.
I didn’t read it but folded it and filed it away carefully (threw it into) The Broomstick Basket.
So, for some months, the clipping flew on The Broomstick with The Oldest Sage Witch round and round the world.
The article, at that time still unread, was by somebody called Crippen.