Staring at the old witch, Blanca smiled with the hope of tasting her fresh-baked bread, yet she wobbled and became dizzy. She couldn't even support her weight. Before they could reach the first step on the cabin, she fell on top of her, and they collapsed in a heap. Blanca's face slapped against the dirty ground, which seemed to wobble like a seesaw. Everything happened so quickly that her ears rang with high-pitched and loud noises. The noise inside her head was even louder than the scream of the old woman.
The witch scrambled to her feet and grabbed Blanca's right hand. Clasping it tightly, she pulled with all her might. "Get up, dear! We have to go!"
The old woman called the sleeping lads inside the cabin, yet none seemed to hear her.
