Every year that tall lady in the cloak and pointu hat with bags under her eyes visited the seal on his rock. She strolled over clutching her wand tightly.
“Hello Seal,” She said in her usual raspy voice. “Have you been behaving?”
The seal started to laugh. He laughed so much, he flopped over on his back on the grey rock and started to roll over.
“Witch?” He asked now so serious it looked as though it never happened.”You turned me into a seal? How much worse can it get?