Knock, knock, knock.
Aaron got up to see who it was. "Oh, good evening ma'am. Sorry the place is a mess, apparently there was a bit of a crisis while my brother and I were out. Is there something we can help you with?"
"Such a polite young man you are, deary. Yes, I'm afraid I must apologize, but I am missing a large donkey, and I believe he may have ended up here?"
Damon brayed loudly in terror when he heard her voice. Why was she coming back for him?
"Um, yeah I guess. I'm not sure how he got in here, though. Either your donkey or whoever brought him in here sort of wrecked the place."
"Well, you know how destructive a band of rogue thieves can be. I wouldn't worry about it too much; I have access to marvelous homemaking and remodeling services which I would be more than happy to send your way. You could go out for a while, come back in a few hours, and everything would be brand new. Almost like magic."
The witch winked at Damon, who was cowering in the corner.
"That's very nice of you, ma'am. I think we may need to take you up on that offer. Do you ... need some help with the donkey? He looks a little unpredictable right now."
"Oh, my little donkey won't be any trouble for me on the way out of here at all. Will you, darling?"
Damon's eyes glazed over as the witch put him into a trance so he would let her take him away. Before long she was outside walking down the path with Damon plodding behind her like a zombie. "Tata!" she waved back to the house.
As Damon's mindless body was following the witch against his will, his trapped human mind was fretting over what in the world she might be going to do to him next.