The group continued their journey through the woods, determined to find a way to defeat the Baba Yaga. As they walked, they came across a clearing with a large cauldron in the center. The Baba Yaga stood beside it, stirring the contents with a long wooden spoon.
The group approached cautiously, unsure of what to expect. The Baba Yaga turned to face them, her eyes gleaming with malice.
"Well, well, well," she cackled. "Look who's come to visit me again. Did you enjoy my little test, children?"
The group remained silent, their eyes fixed on the cauldron. The Baba Yaga continued to stir the contents, a thick green smoke rising from the pot.
"I have a proposition for you," she said, her voice dripping with honey. "If you can answer my riddle, I will give you the key to my hut. But if you fail, you will become my prisoners forever."
The group exchanged wary glances, but they knew they had no choice but to accept the challenge. The Baba Yaga grinned wickedly and recited her riddle.
