I knocked on that crooked little door.
Suddenly I felt a tingle go down my spine and then out of nowhere an old lady appeared. The old lady stood there with that knobbly nose of hers, clinging onto her wrinkly face. She wore a little red riding hood cloak but in a dark dark mean black colour.
She began to speak but suddenly she got interrupted by a squeaky voice. "well, what do we have here?" piped up a dragon who popped up over the old lady's shoulder.
The small dragon's eyes peered straight at me. He jumped at me and blew a ball of flickering fire straight up my nose and out my mouth.
I started yelling "What is the matter with you," as I rubbed my red nose.
"Well what do you think?" crackled the grotty old witch.
By Poppy - Waka Stride