Witchcraftsy

I enjoy spending my time in and around the forest of voices. It’s relatively quiet, most of the time, but the best part is no one comes to bother me here. At least they usually don’t. Today, however, just wanted to prove me wrong. Much to my chagrin, I hear the steady poof of soft hoofprints landing in the grass. Looking up, I see a strange Boucle I have never seen before cautiously approaching me. I glare at them, even with a bit of a snarl. They look rather terrified, but continue to approach anyways.  “H-hello there. I’m doing a study and was wondering if you would answer the following question for me -” [DEVIATION] The strangers voice quivers when they ask. Good. They should be afraid. I frown and give them a long look in response. What kind of question is that? They look at me with wide eyes and I eventually sigh. “I don’t have friends and I don’t need help,” I respond curtly.  “Oh-oh. Really? You have no one?” the stranger squeaks out. “Do I look like I need someone butting