Monday`s finish the story:
From her small balcony, the witch watched the world go by.
She did this every Sunday, because she didn’t know what else to do. The television showed repeats and supermarkets were closed. She’d surfed the net until her friend, Will the Warlock, arrived. Then, the both of them would have tea in the balcony together.
“I say, Wendy, you always make something new and delicious!”
“Don`t thank me, thank humans!” She replied, grinning. “They’re amazingly creative!”
“Yes-yes, I like that about them too, but I worry that they can be overly creative. They keep creating and forget about what they’ve created after creating something new- something better. And the old becomes waste that collects and collects, but never goes away. Mortals die, but things take time.”
“Maybe then, it`s time for them to create something that un-creates. That disintegrates. Because in this world, nothing lasts forever, and everything will eventually be replaced.”
Will smiled. “Just like your cakes- always replaced by new ones!”