I had three sons, and they were close to one another. Too close for comfort! I didn’t trust them. They were hatching a plot against me. Oh, I was sure of it. They wanted my power.

I acted first. I turned my eldest into an eagle and sent him flying in circles around the mountain peaks. Before the second could protest, I changed him into a whale. The last I saw of him was a waterspout way off in the sea.

My third son ran away. I don’t know where he got to, and that bothers me. Damn. It really bothers me,

Enchantress Who Bewitches Her Sons in The Crystal Ball, Grimms. Picture by Edward Gorey.