"No! No, no, no ,no, NO!"
"What is it Mistress?" the black cat raised an eyebrow in alarm as his witch flung herself against the kitchen door, pointy hat askew and eyes boggling in alarm.
"It's a disaster!" the witch shrieked, her bright orange hair crackling from the after-effects of the spell. "I only wanted some more firewood, and now look what's happened!"
"What has ... oh." the cat sighed as a chorus of croaking began from behind the door. "You did it again, didn't you, Mistress?"
"I said logs!" the witch shrieked, clutching her hair and wailing. "Logs! NOT FROGS!"