minervafloofderg:

bend-it-like-zuko:

But does anyone wonder what the joke was?

On the top of a mountain there lived a benevolent, tea-loving witch. In the village at the bottom of the mountain was a horrible tea-hating magistrate.

Every night, the witch brewed a great cauldron of aromatic tea, serving it to her woodland animal friends and nature spirits. The magistrate smelled it, and loathed it. In his great incomprehensible foolishness, decided that something must be done to stop the witch.

He rallied the villagers, arming them and leading them up the mountain. At dawn, they planned to attack the witch’s house. However, the witch saw them coming, and before he could give the signal, she turned the magistrate into the one thing that would bring him the greatest shame: a tea shrub.

The villagers were dazzled. One of them turned to the shrub, and said “Sir? Should we continue the attack?”

“No,” said the former magistrate. “Leaf me alone. Can’t you see I’m bushed?”