Once upon a time a Witch started some overdue housekeeping. But when she began to wash the dishes, the Undone Dishes cried out, “Help! Help! I’m being done!”
The Unswept Floor said, “No, instead do me!”
The Untidy Tablecloth said, “No, I insist that you do me first!”
The Undone Bed said, “Me, me, me!”
And all the other undone chores chimed in too; the Sewing, the Thank-You Notes, the Taxes, and Rearranging All The Furniture. They loyally united in solidarity against the threat of being done.
The Witch stopped washing the dishes; the chores cheered. The Witch gritted her teeth and said, “Shut. Up.” Then she said to the Bed and the Tablecloth, “You. And you.” And then, despite the outcries of the undone chores, she finished washing the dishes. She grinned as she slowly, deliberated, carefully and thoroughly finished that chore, over the wails of the other chores.
Then she straightened the tablecloth.
Then she made the bed.
Then she said to the air, “Any other takers?”
She smiled cruelly, picked up a broom, opened the front door and swept the dust on the floor out the door. Then she went out, closed the door, mounted the broom, and launched into a joy-ride.