The Witchy Pup's Enchanted Brew

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…The cauldron gave a little clink, a sound that Scotty now interpreted as a knowing chuckle. He scooped up the remaining singing waffles, carefully drizzled them with more berry burst juice, and topped them with a final dollop of cloud cream. It wasn’t a cake. It wasn’t perfect. But it was a testament to a friendship, a lesson learned, and a wonderfully strange, enchanted assembly that Sparky, his best friend, absolutely adored. And as Scotty shared the last of the singing waffles with Sparky, he knew, with a certainty that warmed him from his whiskers to his tail, that he was a pretty good witch after all.