Honestly, he didn’t know what he was expecting. He opened his mouth, then closed it, thinking very carefully about how he was going to approach this particular brand of lunacy. He looked up over the zebra and into the house. There was an actual bubbling cauldron in the centre of the room, with something green and glowing inside of it as fumes wafted up from its surface. The walls were lined with charms, and there were African tribal masks and bottles filled with mysterious liquids that the human’s mind imagined were for all sorts of nefarious purposes. 'Oh great,' he thought, 'it’s actually a witch.' His eyes were drawn back to the blue eyes of the zebra before him. It spoke.