Baba Yaga is what they call me. I am a witch that lives in a house on chicken feet. But where did they ever get the idea of chicken feet is still a mystery to me. If you take a look at my house, it is not even standing on stilts. It is regular house that stands on the outskirt of town.
Let me start by giving you a tour of my small home. When you walk to the edge of the forest, you will see my home to your right. However you don't get to my house just yet. First thing you see is a white gate with a rising sun on it. I like to see that gate as a welcome mat. You should know that a rising sun means dawn and a new life, unless a little symbolism and spirituality isn't taught in school anymore. Heavens, what do they teach in the red buildings called school.
Anyway, continue your path through the gate, you will see many different colored flowers, but make sure you don't step out of the path or there could be some problems. I like to arrange my flower based on color and family. To your left, there are the multicolor rose bushes ranging from red, pink, white to orange and even fuchsia. In the mixture of these rosebushes is a field of violets. Looking still on the left side, toward the gates, you will find morning glory grown there in blue, purple and indigo. On your right side, there would be a more mixture of brighter colors, with white lily, red, orange and yellow tulips, and sunshine yellow daffodils. Ah! I shouldn't tell you everything. It would ruin the mystery of beauty that I planted in this garden. It was a joy having mothers and their children walk along the paths and mingle among these flowers. But now… Let's not keep you in the hot sun much longer.
Continue to walk along the path. The sun would continue to rise and when it reaches its peak, you would come to face with a red gate of a bright sun drawn on it. Don't touch that gate, as it can be really hot. Please pull on the string to open it. Don't forget to close it! I require that all my gates remain close.
As you walk pass the "noon" gate, you will find a vegetable field on both the left and right side. I warn you now: don't eat the vegetables. Don't even pick my fruits; I will know. Continue down this path fast because I don't want you to get burned by the afternoon sun.
As the day get cooler and the sky darker, you will come face to face with a tall black gate. Instead of the sun, it has the moon. Open the gate as quietly as possible and you will approach my front door step. There is nothing much I can describe about this place. Since it is dark outside, I had set up lanterns that lead you to my front door.
My house, even if you can't really see it in the dark, is a one-story cottage. It has a thatch roof. There are vines that grow on the stone wall that reaches up to the roof. So back to the idea of me living in a house on chicken legs is crazy. Maybe it was that little boy who spread these rumors or maybe it was that little girl with her mother's blessing.
Wait, the little girl had come after the rumor spread. So it must be that little troublesome boy. Vanna was his name. Ah yes! I remember that day.