Vasilissa emerges from the forest. Before her is a house supported by four chicken legs. She hears a galloping horse behind her and from the woods emerges a dark figure riding a black horse, and as he passes night falls. The light shining through the windows suggests warmth but at the same time danger, as if the windows were two glowing eyes. Suddenly Baba Yaga flies down from the treetops on her mortar, landing before the front gate not three feet away from Vasilissa. She gesture with one hand and causes the gate and front door to sling open, and the tangled branches in the front yard to yield a stone path to the door. BY beckons V to follow, which she does. Once inside...
V: Forgive me for intruding, but my stepmother and stepsisters are in desperate need of fire. The night is cold and windy, and our flint has become dull and useless. If it wouldn’t be any trouble, might I -
BY: I know why you’ve come dear. There is fire there in the stove. Take this torch and light it then let me be.
V thanks her and approaches the stove, opens it, lights the torch, and runs out of the house under BY’s malicious gaze.
okay everyladies, the task at hand is to take this segment and rearrange, change, expand, mutate, pervade, and pervert it to your heart’s content. Make something new. Do it by next Thursday and win a prize.
Eva's gonna have something similar 4 erryone.
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