In the clandestine cover of nearby bramble, I witnessed the raid of Ichabod Crane. Many have speculated, but I am certain of the events of that fateful evening and where legend abandons, I elucidate. I had followed Crane throughout the hours succeeding the attack. However, not only had I followed, I lusted.
The Van Tassels’ yearly party marked the date of the event, however it seemed the other way as the party was full of ennui. This was not my first party with the Van Tassels and each year was the same as the last. They invited every farmer family in Tarry Town, which included my own -- the Twaddles. My father, a distant relative twice removed from the Van Tassels, was a farmer with few vocations and therefore worth. Despite our lack of …show more content…
Around him there were purposefully placed vials and a cauldron at the base of his feet. I had filled the vials with concoctions of foods and liquids, anything to scare the teacher. Once I heard movement, I revealed myself to the unsuspecting man. I saw him make assumptions of who I was, which I knew he would make based on his obsessions with the supernatural. “Are you a witch, Ms….” ‘Twaddle” I reminded him, “...and yes, I am a witch!” The shock that contorted his face brought laughter to mine. However, my plan was not over. As the shock subsided, curiosity overtook Mr. Crane. The only answer I gave him was a real potion, made from the natural sedative provided from the hops plant.
Before putting to rest my grievance with Ichabod, I had to take care of the rest of the town. I knew Brom Brunt would be awake at the nearby pub, so I ran there to spread a falsity. “Ichabod Crane is dead!” I proclaimed “Our teacher is dead!” Once again I saw shock. However, I profess to having seen a slight smirk fall upon Brunt’s face, a smirk I have yet to decipher. With the news, I had solidified my plan as a foolproof one. No one would look further into the death of Crane, and his name would most surely be forgotten by the people of Tarry Town.
The Van Tassels’ yearly party marked the date of the event, however it seemed the other way as the party was full of ennui. This was not my first party with the Van Tassels and each year was the same as the last. They invited every farmer family in Tarry Town, which included my own -- the Twaddles. My father, a distant relative twice removed from the Van Tassels, was a farmer with few vocations and therefore worth. Despite our lack of …show more content…
Around him there were purposefully placed vials and a cauldron at the base of his feet. I had filled the vials with concoctions of foods and liquids, anything to scare the teacher. Once I heard movement, I revealed myself to the unsuspecting man. I saw him make assumptions of who I was, which I knew he would make based on his obsessions with the supernatural. “Are you a witch, Ms….” ‘Twaddle” I reminded him, “...and yes, I am a witch!” The shock that contorted his face brought laughter to mine. However, my plan was not over. As the shock subsided, curiosity overtook Mr. Crane. The only answer I gave him was a real potion, made from the natural sedative provided from the hops plant.
Before putting to rest my grievance with Ichabod, I had to take care of the rest of the town. I knew Brom Brunt would be awake at the nearby pub, so I ran there to spread a falsity. “Ichabod Crane is dead!” I proclaimed “Our teacher is dead!” Once again I saw shock. However, I profess to having seen a slight smirk fall upon Brunt’s face, a smirk I have yet to decipher. With the news, I had solidified my plan as a foolproof one. No one would look further into the death of Crane, and his name would most surely be forgotten by the people of Tarry Town.