A lightly traveled path peters out near a tiny mud-and-straw
hut emerging incongruously from the forest floor like a previously-unnoticed
blister. Surely a witch lives here! Creeping inside, there's a glimpse of her,
toiling over her foul cauldron, consulting a magic book,
and muttering to herself.
But suddenly, there is a knock; the prince has arrived, no doubt in search of a happily ever after. The witch rolls her warty eyes and shuffles towards the door, evincing a grim acceptance of her ignominious fate.