“Thank you
for your hospitality,” Raven says, turning towards old Nan's cabin.
“I'm not sure if we'll meet again.”
“Oh, we
will,” old Nan replies, “You can be sure of that!”
Raven walks
towards the cabin and its precious door. Behind him he can hear
small feet running in the distance.
“Hello my
little 'uns,” Nan shouts, “who wants some sugary goodness. I bet
you two could eat a whole house.” She cackles uproariously. “Well
I've got a house you can eat!”
“Takes all
sorts,” he mutters to himself as he nears the door. “Now, think
market.”
He reaches
forward, repeating that one word over and over, to open the door.
