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ArtistThe inside of a rustic house built around an oak tree. Only the trunk is visible, the circular room is built around it. The roots are not visible. An old but cute witch in ragged clothes and a pointy hat stirs a potion in a cauldron; multicolored steam comes out of the cauldron. An almost transparent, old fashioned hearth, an almost transparent broom-closet, and an almost transparent old-fashioned sink and rustic cabinets are in the background. A black cat sits in the window, a raven sits on the back of a chair. Very sweet atmosphere, very soft light.
The old witch had not always lived in this house. She had found it one day when she wandered around in the forest. It looked as if it had built itself around the oak. Maybe the tree had built it in a moment of boredom. The witch had peeked inside and found it empty. Well, not quite empty. The trunk of the oak stood in the middle of the room. The room looked cozy, rustic and very inviting, as if it wanted to say: "Welcome, I have been waiting for you a long time." Maybe the house really had said it, the witch never was completely sure about it afterwards. At the time, she thought it was the squeaking of the door-hinges that had become a little stubborn through disuse. When she had stepped inside, the floorboards creaked and crackled and the witch thought, she heard a whisper: "If you decide to live here, I can accommodate you." The witch said: "Why shouldn't I move in here? My landlord is a greedy old ogre and I have not obligation towards him. I wonder what the rent is here?" At that moment, a gust of wind made the leaves of the oak-tree rustle and the witch had the impression that something - or someone - told her: "There is only one rent: you must provide food for the animals." "Hm, that sounds fair. I have a cat and a raven to feed already, a few more animals won't hurt." said the witch, and when she looked around, there was a hearth with a blazing fire in it. The fire warmed the whole room and made it even more cozy. She took a careful step forward. Next to the hearth appeared a sink with a tap that led the water from the brook into the house. Surprised, she stumbled backwards and plopped into a comfortable rocking-chair. Dazedly, she closed her eyed, rocking gently to and fro with the chair, trying to get her excited heartbeat under control again. When she dared to open the eyes again, there was a neat little alcove with a very comfortable looking bed inside and red velvet curtains hanging in the opening. The pillow and the cover were covered with light-blue cases printed with black cats and black ravens. "My favorite pattern!" cried the witch and was very happy.
The witch went to the door and said - more to herself than to anyone in particular: "I'll be right back." She returned to her old home, collected the cat, the raven, her cauldron, and her broom. Then she informed the greedy, mean ogre that she had found a new house and he could her crosswise.
When she entered the house around the oak-tree again, it had grown a soft bed for the cat, a nest for the raven, and a cupboard for the broom. "Now that's convenient" croaked the raven, while the cat inspected his new bed carefully, and rubbed his head at it approvingly. The witch put her cauldron on the hearth to cook dinner for herself and the animals.