Which Witch?
Maharaja Rich leaned back on his velvet cushions, stroking his chin with the seriousness of a man contemplating the mysteries of the cosmos.
“Tell me, Miku,” he said at last, “if two witches would watch two watches… which witch would watch which watch?”
Maharaja Miku the Bard did not answer immediately. He tapped his bass, once, twice, as though tuning his thoughts. Then, with a sly smile, he began:
“Ah, my Maharaja friend
Watch the watch that ticks to which witch’s twitch.
For every tick that meets a twitch,
And every tock that finds its twin,
We’ll know which witch will watch which watch
The twitching witch’s watch will win.”
Rich blinked. “So the witch with the twitch watches the watch that ticks to her twitch?”
“Precisely,” Miku replied, adding a quick bass run for dramatic effect. “A witch without a twitch would watch a watch without a hitch. But a twitching witch must match her watch, lest time itself grow confused.”
Rich considered this gravely. “Time confused… that would be unfortunate.”
“Oh, deeply,” Miku said. “Imagine a tock arriving before its tick. Utter chaos. Cats barking. Roosters reciting poetry. Tea cooling before it’s poured.”
Rich shuddered. “We cannot have that.”
“Then let the witches choose wisely,” Miku declared. “For in the kingdom of clocks, only the witch who listens closely will ever truly know which watch she must watch.”
Rich nodded, satisfied. “Miku… you always make the ponderous feel poetic.”
“And you,” Miku said with a bow, “always ask the questions that keep my bass awake.”
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