Long long ago, in the depth of a far-away forest, there lived a young witch. She liked to wear pink and white gauze skirts, with a crown on her head, sitting on the ground; she loved to play with huge teacups, balloons and toy bears; sometimes she would hide in the tent, light the candle fire and cast spells, or like all beautiful girls, place glass bottles in the woods to play, catching butterflies as big as eagles. But be careful, if you accidentally eat the poisoned apple she left in the forest, then when the morning sun shines into the dense forest the next day, you may see your corpse among the bushes.