Deep in the forest, there was a green lawn, and on the lawn stood a miserable little hut on hen’s legs, where lived Baba-Yaga, an old witch grandmother. But, this witch was unlike any other. She was nicknamed “The witch” by people who lived in the town. Quite often, since Baba didn’t own very much money, she would go into town and steal items and such from wealthy people’s homes to create her magic potions. The towns’ people, without a clue of knowing that Baba really was a witch, soon banished her from the town to where she now lives outside in a small hut. One afternoon, Baba heard noises outside of her hut. Confused and worried, she peered out her small, dusty window and saw a young boy and girl walking near her house. She knew they had lost their way because Baba lived far from any other living thing. Now, trying to hide, Baba watched quietly as her front doorknob starting to twist. In walked the two kids. Curiously, they looked around. The boy found potions of Baba’s and the girl found recipes. They were in shock of their findings and wanted proof as to that they had found such things, so decided to put small items into their pockets and leave. Just as they were, Baba jumped out and put a potion on them making them turn into tiny, almost figurine like statues. Baba did this because she knew they knew too much, and couldn’t let the truth get out. Carefully, she placed them on top of her fireplace and sat and laughed all while drinking some of her own home-made tea.
Deep in the forest, there was a green lawn, and on the lawn stood a miserable little hut on hen’s legs, where lived Baba-Yaga, an old witch grandmother. This is the story told to all children of the village, never to go to the deep of the wood or else face the witch. I am the witch child who live in the deepest part of the woods, learning the ways of witchery from Mother-Yaga. Cold and dark, we wake in the in the night to make potions from willow-worm and early in the morning I learn to ride a broom (just kidding we don’t actually ride brooms).” Happy and sad, cold as the night, still living a nightmare, life goes on and on” this is what you say while you’re a witch.
Deep in the forest, there was a green lawn, and on the lawn stood a miserable little hut on hen’s legs, where lived Baba-Yaga, an old witch grandmother. But, this witch was unlike any other. She was nicknamed “The witch” by people who lived in the town. Quite often, since Baba didn’t own very much money, she would go into town and steal items and such from wealthy people’s homes to create her magic potions. The towns’ people, without a clue of knowing that Baba really was a witch, soon banished her from the town to where she now lives outside in a small hut. One afternoon, Baba heard noises outside of her hut. Confused and worried, she peered out her small, dusty window and saw a young boy and girl walking near her house. She knew they had lost their way because Baba lived far from any other living thing. Now, trying to hide, Baba watched quietly as her front doorknob starting to twist. In walked the two kids. Curiously, they looked around. The boy found potions of Baba’s and the girl found recipes. They were in shock of their findings and wanted proof as to that they had found such things, so decided to put small items into their pockets and leave. Just as they were, Baba jumped out and put a potion on them making them turn into tiny, almost figurine like statues. Baba did this because she knew they knew too much, and couldn’t let the truth get out. Carefully, she placed them on top of her fireplace and sat and laughed all while drinking some of her own home-made tea.
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