"Someone tell me what to do", she yelled louder and louder.  Still no one answered her.  Suddenly she saw one witch poke her head out of the black moon.  Then another and another.  Soon there were hundreds and then thousands of witches.  

The littlest witch she had ever seen with the biggest bumpiest nose walked over to her.  "Are you a witch or a wimp?  Curse her and throw that black dust."

"But years ago my aunt told me I was the nicest and kindest one in the family."  

Then all the witches started laughing at her.

The littlest witch said "You think that was a compliment?  She was making fun of you.  That's why your brother and sister were able to destroy you and turn your soul and heart into darkness.  You are the weak link in the family.  They can walk all over you."

She grabbed the black dust from the witch. " If you are too wimpy to do the deed, I will do it for you.  I will do it in the name of all of us whose souls and hearts have been turned to darkness by the betrayal of our family."

"Wait a minute" said another witch as she came running over to them. "Curses and black dust take too long.  Let me throw this big ball of fire at her house.  Just point out her house to me.  I have perfect aim."

"Wait" called out another witch.  "Let me do it.  I'll fly down there and wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze the life out of her."

"Are you all crazy?" cried out the biggest and oldest witch.  "None of this will work.  She has to do it herself.  None of us can exact her revenge.  It is up to her alone."

All the witches started screaming, "Do it!  Do it!  Curse her and throw the black dust.  Do it! Do it!

The old witch walked over to her and looked deep into her eyes.  "Well?" she said.