Abra Puts A Spell On Texas

(Originally by Cheese111)

Abrajin scurried back and forth throughout the wagon, gathering many strange oddities and arranging them on the floor. Somewhere amidst the rush she even popped open the door to hang a 'in session'-sign on the outside. She'd been looking for someone to play with and the stubborn weasel seemed like just the right mark. The payment she'd gotten from Vivian was almost too sweet a bonus. The cheetah would let Texas feel the full range of her witchcraft. Incense was being burned and strange phrases sung as she entered a trance. Lying at the heart of her maze of trinkets was the small doll containing some of the sheriff's fur. The lamps inside flickered wildly as Abra channeled all her knowledge into the room. Be it spirits, magical trinkets or her wildly flailing arms, the spell seemed to affect the small items on the floor. They rattled and shook, twisting to face the doll. The witchdoctor was fully immersed in her trance, chanting ever faster until she spoke nothing but gibberish. Louder and louder she chanted until the final verse blew through the wagon, extinguishing all the lanterns. The only light left was the spark of mischief in Abra's eyes as she picked up the doll.

"I hope you're ready, sheriff Texas. Because dis is goin to be one wild trip for you..." The doll seemed to hum with life, a sign the spell had worked. Abrajin went about tidying up her wagon, pleased in the knowledge her spell had been a success. The weasel would be feeling the consequences of her insolence soon enough. Day quickly made way for night and without any further incidents the sheriff closed up shop and went home. That night she slept well, but in the morning she was in for a shock.