Witches, Ants and Bees (Part 13)

The witch said, "Ant, you tell me, who is your Athena, your Mona Lisa?" I want to see what kind of charm she really is? I want to consider in the name of God whether you are destined to weep for your goddess for the rest of your life. She said that she was going to leave, and the witch's walk was to fly. The ant said, "I'll wait for your good news on the top of the mountain." The witch already knew who it was, because she had the aura of God, and the witch flew up a few feet, and suddenly turned back and said loudly, "This, it depends on whether you have a chance or not." (To be continued)