"Andrea Morre, under the laws of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts, on this day of our Lord in 1192, I find you guilty of witchery, witchcraft, wizardly, sorcery, and conjuring," said the Honorable Judge Hall. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before I pass sentence."
Even though he mindlessly asked her if she had anything to say before he sentenced her to die, he wasn't paying her any attention. Too busy looking through the papers he had before him, he seemed ready to ignore whatever she had to say.
"I'm not guilty of witchery, witchcraft, wizardly, sorcery, and conjuring. If I'm guilty of anything, I'm guilty of being a redheaded woman. If I'm guilty of anything, I'm guilty of being beautiful and sexy and all those bitches are the real witches," she said looking at and pointing
