I live in a hut deep in the forest. My hut seems to have a personality of its own and can move about on its extra-large chicken legs. Usually the hut is either spinning around as it moves through the forest or stands at rest with its back to the visitor. The windows of the hut seem to serve as eyes.
All the while it is spinning round, it emits blood-curdling screeches and will only come to a halt, amid much creaking and groaning, when a secret incantation is said. When it stops, it turns to face the visitor and lowers itself down on its chicken legs, throwing open the door with a loud crash.
I rule over the elements. My faithful servants are the White Horseman, the Red Horseman and the Black Horseman.
You left out the part about carrying what appears to be a 6ft long phallic object.
I really don't want to know where you're sticking that thing.
I live in a hut deep in the forest. My hut seems to have a personality of its own and can move about on its extra-large chicken legs. Usually the hut is either spinning around as it moves through the forest or stands at rest with its back to the visitor. The windows of the hut seem to serve as eyes.
All the while it is spinning round, it emits blood-curdling screeches and will only come to a halt, amid much creaking and groaning, when a secret incantation is said. When it stops, it turns to face the visitor and lowers itself down on its chicken legs, throwing open the door with a loud crash.
I rule over the elements. My faithful servants are the White Horseman, the Red Horseman and the Black Horseman.
Baba Yaga!
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