This is the Hexenturm, the witches’ tower, in our town. Today it’s surrounded by residential buildings. People assume it was a prison for witches, possibly before they were burned at the stake.
The facts: This was never a prison. It was part of the town wall. We do have another tower which actually was used as a prison but there are no records of any witches ever burned or even imprisoned in our town. It is just a name and nobody really knows where it came from.
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When Henry was still little and had just moved in with us we couldn’t let him go outside. He sat at the verandah window for hours and kept telling us that he really, really, really wanted to be in the garden.
When I coudn’t take his staring and moaning and begging anymore I decided to buy a harness. Henry wasn’t impressed. Although I bought the smallest size it took him only a couple of minutes to wriggle out of it.
So we kept him inside until he was mature enough (ha!) to be trusted to go outside. We really did it out of kindness but boy! did he accuse us of being cruel.
Square 30 for the KindaSquare Challenge in October.
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