A Wicked Good Spin...
Guests wind into a path that simulates heading into the witch’s hut, where we encounter her brewing and casting spells together with her majestic talking cauldron. The cauldron’s inside glows eerily green and a mysterious mist emerges from it. From time to time, a small blast of light comes out and the witch will invite Guests to step inside her cauldron as part of her newest potion brewing experiment. For her last ingredient she needs humans who feel love. That’s why often times she’ll threateningly points at Guests while the cauldron grumbles. At other stations in the queue, they’ll be invited to cast spells or test their witch knowledge in interactive games, where they can brew potions of their own, find the hidden black cat along the route or light the way for a witch on her broom. They are then slowly led to the cauldron room, which is bricked in with large stone walls around it. In the room giant statues of ancient witches hold up the ceiling and torches are lit on the walls. Piles or rather towers of cauldrons are spread across the room. Guests will be boarding their very own cauldron very soon from this point.
‘’There once was a wicked old witch that had a magical talking cauldron. Or...well, talk... Rather, grumble was what the cauldron did. He did very much have a reason to grumble though as the witch treated the cauldron with little respect. Often times she snubbed at the cauldron or she blamed him for if a potion or brew had failed. If the witch would then again throw her ingredients into the cauldron, he already began to boil and heave a sigh... 'O, o, it's happening again... What kind of stink soup will she make of me again now... O, no! She's not adding those nasty toad legs, right? Of course, she is... Bleh!' The witch believed it to be cozy such a grumpy cauldron in her house. On one sunny spring day she had found a recipe in one of her old spell books, for a love potion. 'Hihihahaaa! This is funny,' the witch laughed. The cauldron felt the dark clouds ahead. That laugh he had known too well by now. 'Here we go again,' he sighed. Not much later the witch lit the fire under the cauldron again. After that she threw in some rat tales, snake slime and a bunch of other nasty things. It didn't take much longer until the love potion begain to simmer. It looked like a thick, poison ivy green soup. For the witch it appeared extremely delicious. She scooped up quite a jug full and drank it whole in one gulp. 'Mmm, delicious,' said the witch. 'Now I'm curious to see if it will work.' She waited and waited, but after 15 minutes and she still hadn’t felt anything, she became extremely angry. 'What a worthless recipe!' yelled the witch. 'That stuff doesn't work!' 'O,o' said the cauldron, 'then I will have to pay for it again probably.' And of course, the witch turned so angry that she kicked the cauldron over with one powerful kick.
The love potion spilled all over the floor, out of the door. And because the witch's hut was on top of a hill, the green soup descended down the side like a poison green runlet. Two toads who said there each took a sip. Immediately they started kissing one another. Two snails were compeletely flooded by the potion. In a heartfelt embrace they nearly melted together as one. And everywhere the green stuff came, the most beautiful flowers grew from the ground. Bees and butterflies frolicked through the sky and birds began to chirp. The witch walked outside and she saw it all happening. ‘How useless,’ she grumbled as she followed the green stream down the hill. ‘I feel nothing!’ She grumbled as she reached the foot of the hill and walked into the woods. ‘Klipperdeeklipperdeeklap!’, it sounded all of a sudden. Perched atop a beautiful white horse, a handsome young prince was galloping towards the witch, followed by a servant. The prince wore a white velvet cloak and had long dark hair. As he neared her, she saw how handsome his face was. The riders stopped and the prince, who did not know who the witch was, politely said, ‘Good day, my lady. Isn’t it a lovely spring day?’ The witch did not reply. She had completely lost it. With a red-ish blush on her cheeks, she stared silently at the prince. And what was very special, was the fact that her black dress had magically turned fiery red. ‘Well, we’ll be on our way again,’ said the prince when he realized that the old woman was not going to say anything. ‘Blessed day, my lady.’ The servant and him gave their horses orders to ride away, stared after by the witch in her red dress. She had become madly in love with the prince. And as soon as he was out of sight, she spontaneously started to skip around! As a freshly born lamb, she frolicked over the green moss. With that, she sang a love song: ‘How dearly does the spring sun shine, on my red hat. I saw the prince and now I don’t know, where I have to look for it!’
The days after, the life of the witch’s cauldron turned a lot more pleasant. There was no more snobbing or grumbling. No, the witch was now really the joyful energy in the house. That took about a week or so, until she turned extremely sad. She stared out of her window and sighed, ‘O, how I’d love to marry that handsome prince. Oh well, such a prince would not wait for such an old lady like me.’ The cauldron felt sorry for the witch and said, ‘That prince should actually drink some of that potion too…’ The witch looked up and a smile appeared on her face. ‘Dear cauldron of mine, you are amazing!’, she shouted and she kissed him spontaneously on his edge. ‘Yikes’, said the cauldron, but the witch couldn’t hear him anymore. She snatched her old recipe book of the shelve and ran down the slope, in the direction of the royal palace. Once at the castle, the servant asked if she maybe could work in the castle kitchens. ‘By chance, we actually have a job free for you,’ said the servant as he took her to the kitchen. ‘Can you cook well?’ ‘I’m the best, you might say!’ the witch replied. ‘I have about a 100 years of experience, you know!’ ‘That’s quite long’, said the other confusedly. ‘We are immediately given you a chance. What’s on the menu?’ ‘I wanted to start of with some delicious green soup,’ said the witch. That night, the witch brewed her love potion in the castle kitchens. But the prince looked disgustingly at what he got served. ‘That looks gross!’ he yelled shocked. ‘Who made this?’ ‘The old woman from the woods, your Majesty,’ the servant replied. ‘Oh, not that shy woman with that funny red hat perched on her head?’ the prince laughed. ‘Oh, she is so shy, it’s cute. Bring her here.’ Not much later, the witch stood eye-to-eye with the man of her dreams. She fell in love even more than she did the first time. ‘Dear cook’, said the prince, ‘what is this dish actually?’ The witch said nothing. ‘I don’t think it smells nice,’ said the prince. The witch said nothing. ‘You know what?’ the prince continued, who felt sympathy for the shy woman. ‘To do you a favor, I will try a little.’ The witch again said nothing, but her eyes started to sparkle.
Would he do it? Yes, he would. He slurped a little sip. Quickly he wiped off his mouth and said: ‘I’m sorry, but cooking is not your strongest talent. We will look for another job for you. Follow me, please.’ The witch was dancing in the clouds… She walked next to her prince charming through the hallways of a castle! Oh, how beautiful he was. They reached the courtyard, where a young girl with blonde curls was herding geese. She smiled at the prince. He immediately stopped and his face became fiery red. The witch saw how he stared at the young goose herder. She also saw how his white clothes changed color. They turned into the same red as had happened with the witch. Although? She looked at her dress and was shocked. It was as black as it was before she drank the potion! Then she felt everything change inside her as well. ‘Don’t just stand there staring at that maid so stupidly’, she snapped at the prince. ‘You’re such an idiot! I don’t understand how I ever fell for you!’ But the prince couldn’t even hear her anymore. He only had eyes for the goose herder. Angrily, the witch walked away, out of the castle gates, back home. The love potion had stopped working. ‘O,o’, said the cauldron, who saw the witch walking back in the distance. ‘From the black dress I can tell that the fun is over.’ And so it was. From that day, the cauldron often had to pay for it again. For the prince it all turned out differently. He lived happily ever after with the goose herder, who was now a real princess.’’