’Tis said Goody Witherwort dwelt beyond the village, where the thorn trees grew crooked and no birds would sing. Each autumn she wandered the old lanes offering one fine red apple—but those who knew her name knew better than to take a bite.

Standing 22 inches tall, Goody Witherwort carries her poison apple and crooked staff. Her haunting clay face is entirely hand-sculpted, giving this primitive witch a character all her own.