The artist tried to concentrate on his work, the attraction he felt for his witch finally became irresistible. He threw down his palette, took her in his arms, and kiss her.
She pushed him away. "Maybe your other witches let you kiss them", she said.
"I've never tried to kiss a witch before", he swore.
"Really? she said, softening, how man witches have there been?"
"Four, he replied, a jug, two apples and a vase".