Folks called her Old Witch, and she was Timmy’s friend. He went to see her one day and she took him to a meadow.
“Would you like to fly?” she asked.
“Sure!” said Timmy.
“Then close your eyes and take off!”
He closed his eyes, she touched his forehead, and he seemed to grow light as a feather. In his mind’s eye he could see the meadow drop away, and the clouds grow near.
“Did I really fly?” he asked when he opened his eyes.
“Who’s to say?” she answered. “My eyes were shut, too. But I’m sure you did.”