"What makes you think so?"

"I saw her brewing something in a large kettle in her back yard."

"That doesn't prove anything."

"Well, she took a cup, dipped it in the brew, and supped on it one night."

"Probably soup!"

"I saw her birth certificate one day."

"So!"

"She is 130 years old."

"No way! She is a beautiful young 20 year old girl."

"Nope, 130 years old is what she is."

"OK, if this is so, you must be right. She practices witchery. But if this is true, there is something I want you to do."

"What is that?"

"Next time she is brewing up some of that beautiful young girl youth potion, go over there and invite yourself to dinner."

"Bill!!!!!!!!!"