Territorial.
The Baker works to over throw the practitioner of black magic. Mean while, a little girl learns to shoot marbles with some of the neighbor hood boys. By the lake of course. Many a summer day spent swimming in the green water. Jumping off the soggy dock. Chickens look on from the foliage.
The Practitioner is sly, morphing often into a fox to go undiscover'd in the town. The Baker sets traps that only ever catch rats and once: a racoon.
The little girl is growing up with the boys. They come home muddy, Mother is patient. A freckled face boy comes to live with them. Every body come in for dinner. It's scallions and potato porridge from bowls out of wood and of tin.
The Baker takes his complaints public. The judge rules the Practitioner clear and clean, the Baker is to pay the court dues. No hard feelings. One of the Baker's hens goes missing.
