Too Many Cooks Spoil Mangoe

Before Mangoe could speak to offer a deal, the hag behind her crammed a kiwi into her mouth. "Don't you know that it's rude to talk when you're the meal, dearie?" asked one of her captors.

"Well, there's plenty of good meat on this one," said one of the hags. "What do you think of those calves?"

"Delicious drumsticks," answered the second, as it pinched down Mangoe's leg. "Let's add this one to the stew!"

The second placed a pair of reading spectacles on the bridge of her nose and peered down into a large book. In the meantime, the other two lifted Mangoe, pulled off her skirt and coconuts, and gingerly placed her into the boiling cauldron.

"Yes, how does Trollop Bouillabaisse sound?" queried the literate witch, "I think we have all the ingredients."

With gusto, Mangoe spit the kiwi from her mouth. "My, you're such unpleasant hosts. I object strenuously to this dinner party. And I'm no harlot!"

The hags eyed each other, and then ...

1. ... shrugged. Dinner preparations continued, with Mangoe still on the menu.
2. Mangoe convinced them to free her.
3. Someone (or some thing) showed up and rescued Margo from the cooking pot.

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