Ask the person some questions
"Well, well, well. We've got an impudent one here. Come! Into my
house!" She grabs your arm and pulls you along, striding towards
the back door. You can't get away! Helplessly, you look back to see
Dave and Barbara running for their lives. Your only hope is that they
can get help...and fast!
You, Dave, and Barbara turn around and gasp. A six-foot tall hag
stands in your path! Quickly you gather yourself together and ask,
"Why is it that old witches always call kids 'my pretties'? I'm
getting darn tired of it!"
