There were three brothers, they lived on a farm. One day they decided to go to the dark woods. In the distance they saw an old cottage. The three brothers went into it. They saw a witch, she was stirring a cauldron. There were green flames coming out it. There were potions on the wall. One was ginormous. The brothers wanted to be hefty. The witch said, ‘I have a potion for that.’
The boys were happy but she wanted something back. The brothers emptied their pockets. The witch said, ‘that’ll do.’
The boys got the potion. They drank it. They turned into statues. One was a horese, one a goat and one a bull. For ever. Never to be seen again.