[ WP ] You 're a witch , and the men and women you 've turned into frogs over the years have taken you to court in a class-action lawsuit .

*'' I know nothing of what the claimant is accusing me of. `` * 
 
 *'' She's a damned liar! `` * Croaked the voice of one of the many witnesses to the trial. 
 
 *'' Order, I shall have order in this court! `` * As the gabble stroke thrice, *'' You may continue with your questioning'' * 
 
 * ” Thank you, your honor. ” * Clasping his hands, the attorney looked towards his client upon the stand. * ” Now that we understand this correctly, you have no idea as to why the claimants are accusing you of turning them into toads… ” * 
 
 * ” Objection! They are frogs your honor. ” * Raised the prosecution, her hair short and professional in cut, her dress long and the same. 
 
 * ” My apologies, into frogs. ” * Waived off the defense, his lanky gaunt arms and pale complexion not boding well for first impressions. * “ Mrs. Grenouille, may I ask what your profession is? ” * 
 
 * ” Of course, I am a chef. I specialize in French cuisine. ” * Not a mole, not a wart, not a blemish upon her face. As stereotypes go, she did not fit the bill of a witch to say the least. Blonde hair, green eyes, a few freckles upon her cheeks and a healthy rosy complexion. Even her clothes were reminiscent of a school ma ’ am instead of a worker of spells, witchcraft, or hexes. 
 
 * ” Of course, and I gather you do quite well with your business? ” * 
 
 * ” Yes, I have quite a few customers come to my home. Repeat customers the lot of them ” * As she spoke, the jury seemed enthralled with her. The kind grace in her eyes, the way she talked with her hands, everything seemed to calm and relatable. 
 
 As Mr. Binx gave his softball questions to Mrs. Grenouille, she fielded them with ease and poise. As Binx took a seat, Ms. Reynolds came to wrap up her case. Adjusting her overcoat, she laid an arm upon the witness stand. 
 
 * ” You claim to have no recollection of those that are in the courtroom today, is that right? ” * 
 
 * ” Yes ” * 
 
 * ” Is it true that you have zero complaints on Yelp Madame. ” * 
 
 * ” Yes, not a single one. I pride myself on that. ” * Mrs. Grenouille stated haughtily. 
 
 * ” Oh I ’ m sure, I ’ m sure. And you would want to keep it that way yes? ” * 
 
 * ” Yes, I certainly would. ” * 
 
 * ” Do you recall the night of the 15th, September 2015 of our lord? ” * Ms. Reynolds stated as she walked to the Prosecution table to pick up a transcript. 
 
 * ” Eh, no not that I recall. I believe it was after the 14th. ” * Grenouille stated to the quiet laughter of the jury box. 
 
 * ” No? Then let me refresh your memory. We have witness testimony stating that you were called to the dining room from a complaint that the Pâté de Foie Gras was dry. ” * 
 
 * ” No, my goose is never dry! ” * Grenouille stated angrily, her defense wringing his hands beneath the table nervously at her reaction. 
 
 * ” Oh your goose is cooked alright, just answer this, did you or did you not have a complaint about your dry goose! ” * 
 
 * ” No, never, everyone likes my cooking. Not a single living person has complained about it. ” * 
 
 * ” Funny, you say living person, is that because everyone that has complained about your food has been turned into a frog? ” * 
 
 * ” I…I… ” * Looking towards her counsel, his eyes saying more than what was need, Mrs. Grenouille took a breath to calm down and stated firmly * “ I would like to take my right to remain silent. ” * It seemed as if the jury ’ s infatuation was faltering, as murmurs began to rise in the audience. 
 
 * ” Well then, may I ask what is your most popular dish? Which sells the most for your clientele? ” * 
 
 * ” Oh, that would be Cuisses de Grenouille… ” * Mrs. Grenouille stated with a hint of hesitation. The crowd growing silent, only the sound of a cricket could be heard…then swiftly dealt with by one of the transfigured. 
 
 * ” And, where do you procure these frog legs from for your meals Mrs. Grenouille, they must come from somewhere… ” * 
 
 * ” Oh, the restaurant depot… ” * Listfully stated the defendant. 
 
 * ” That ’ s odd…the Restaurant depot doesn ’ t carry frog legs… ” * A wave of shock coming from the crowd, well, perhaps it was shock, perhaps indigestion, it is really hard to tell with frogs. 
 
 * ” Why you….I ’ ll make you croak! ” * Stated coldly the defendant as she rose from her chair, pointing towards the prosecutor whom so quickly fell to the floor in a pile of clothes as a newly formed amphibian. 
 
 Pointing towards the bailiff, the judge, the jury, the non-transformed audience members. All too were transformed into frogs, well, save for Mr. Binx whose back arched and curled as he turned into a white cat. Black went out of fashion after the Salem witch trials you know. 
 
 * ” Seems like we ’ ll be having a special this week Mr. Binx. ” * The witch cackled. 
 * ” It was a foolish endeavor to try one so clever. Now you all have been served….all the better. ” * 
 
 With her menu prepared, her ingredients all gathered, Mrs. Grenouille was set to put on quite a platter. 

