In the Woods, a Cabin-

Nightfall, and with it an ominous chill, then fear, overpowering... You hear the hoot of an owl, smell woodsmoke, see a cabin- there, in the clearing- and you think, humans? then wonder- friend or foe? And there comes a sound as if of chanting, pleasant, melodious almost like prayer it is in a language foreign, indecipherable and the voice pulls you closer spellbound- ( though a part of you wants to slip away, back, into the night...) But the unknown is revealed by one word, "Welcome" it comes thickly accented spoken by a woman gnarled as a hag, though seemingly benevolent. And behind her stands a child, - an angelic, black-eyed boy he carries a tray of pastries, and tiny porcelain cups brimming with tea.