The Witch's Woods

“It had been three long days since having a morsel of food. Bellies were growling, bodies were achy, and the thought of food was never far away. Just as giving up became a very prominent option, you spied a snowbird perched on the roof of a small cottage. As you walked up, you noticed that the cottage was made of bread, cakes, and candy! Never had a hungry stomach been so relieved. Whoever could have guessed that these sweet treats could have been your last, and that fighting for your life had just begun…”