“After traveling for what seemed to be a great distance, Manyara came to a small clearing. There, silhouetted against the moonlight, was an old woman seated on a large stone. The old woman spoke. ‘I will give you some advice, Manyara. Soon after you pass the place where two paths cross, you will see a grove of trees. They will laugh at you. You must not laugh in return. Later, you will meet a man with his head under his arm. You must be polite to him.’ ”
″ ‘If we only had a cat!’ sighed the very old woman. ‘A cat?’ asked the very old man. ‘Yes, a sweet little fluffy cat,’ said the very old woman. ‘I will get you a cat, my dear,’ said the very old man.”
“And so he went back over the sunny hills and down through the cool valleys, to show all his pretty kittens to the very old woman. It was very funny to see those hundreds and thousands and millions and billions and trillions of cats following him.”
“The old woman had only pretended to be so kind; she was in reality, a wicked witch, who lay in wait for children, and had only built the little house of bread in order to entice them there.”
“Jess swallowed, feeling her heart pump and thud. She crept to the door. Put her hand to the latch. Lifted. Across the room the old woman stirred and mumbled. Jess became a statue, but it was all right. The latch clicked up and the door opened.”
“There was an old man and an old woman, and they lived in a very cold country. One winter day the old man said to the old woman, ‘My dear, it is so cold, I should like it very much of you would make a good, hot apple pie.”