|ure. Baba Yaga could help Vasalisa.
She knew her family.
They were just stupid enough
to send this waif wandering
in search of fire.
But you dont get somethin for nothin.
Youll have to do some work for me,
Baba yaga growled at the girl...
Vasalisa followed the hag back into the kitchen.
Baba Yaga snapped and three pairs of hands came out of no where.
swooped and hovered
as these bodiless hands prepared
a splendid table
a veritable food-pyramid of delicacies!
(It was quite a spread.)
munched and crunched.
She slurped and sucked,
stopping only now and then
to smack her lips or lick her fingertips.
she leaned back and belched
a terrible burp
like a sour refrigerator
like a daycare center.
the entire meal
a scrap of bread
a slice of cold pizza
a dab of mac and cheese
for Vasalisa to secretly share with her doll.
And now, smirked the Yaga,
Youll do the dishes
and clean the kitchen.
and youll sweep and youll dust and youll vacuum... and...
she pointed to a colossal mountain of clothes,
Dont forget to do the laundry!
And if youre not done by morning...
she delivered the ultimate ultimatum:
When Baba Yaga flew off to bed,
Vasalisa collapsed in a heap.
How was she going to get all these
(you always forget about the folding part)
and put away
As her hysteria mounted,
she heard a little
from her pocket.
whispered the doll,
Go to sleep.
Get some rest.
Things will look better in the morning.