The Winsome Witch cleared her throat, closed her eyes and held her arms straight out in front of her, with her palms turned out to face the bark of a great oak tree.

"Stand with arms held out as thus The Spirit of the place suss Speak these words with no more fuss:

'Chocolate, chocolate, come to stay Don't wait for another day All the raindancers want to play!'"

"That's it?" asked Elisabeth.

"See for yourself You impish elf My words have wealth!"

The Winsome Witch pointed to the oak tree, the bark of which began to ooze forth chocolate, even as she spoke.

"Wow!" exclaimed Elisabeth. "That's awesome!"

"Think you so? Indeed. Now get thee to thy steed. This chocolate's good with mead."

"Thankyou Winsome Witch! Thankyou very much!" Elisabeth called over her shoulder as she raced back to the Triceratops. She was in a hurry to bring the Chocolate Chant back to the faeries of Rainbow Beach, but she did manage to catch a quick glimpse, before she left the grove of trees, of the Winsome Witch, settling down beside the chocolate-producing oak tree with a glass of what looked to be very fine mead.