Leggings witches with names...

It was the third night of April, and the air was cool. All about the witches skittered, brought in by broom. Up above their voices sounded, sharp as diamonds bright.

“Are we yet ready? Sisters? I ask because I must. The nights grow shorter and the months will wane

until we reach our goal!” With that she shifted up her Levi’s and grasped the mixing spoon. “The name,” she intoned “Is Suzanne, Suzanne York, so who will be the one?”

“Aw w,” complained the smallest, “Can't we all come along? I mean, one is always risky. They might know it's wrong. If we bring along a shipload – the chances fall in our favour!”

“Might work,” intoned the elder, putting the ingredients in. “Her works she lamented dreadfully, so she don't like the name...”

“Silly she!” said the younger, “I wouldn't have done the same.. It's no wonder she should never ever be named...”

The day came bright and early, and the rubbish was picked up. The witches were careful to watch, it was their diet cola pickup. Later they renamed themselves, awesome with their spellings -

Set off on bike, car and lorries to set out to prove their worth.

“I'm famous,” quoth one, happily picking up her britches.

“Not if I get there first,” send the Elder sharply as she put her foot to the pedal and shot between the traffic...  "I've survived for this moment, when I finally do her in!"

"She's not to have a single penny!" snarled the witches in concert....  "Never a penny!  We avow!"

The vow made they made their way forward to claim the lady's lost fortune...