“Do my eyes deceive? For this I cannot believe!” Handy, mouth full of apples, looked across from him to see a zebra. A very distinctive zebra, wearing large, hooped, gold earrings and neck brace of similar rings. Who spoke in rhyme. He froze. It was the witch of the woods, the one he had first met when he came to this world, whose door he had come to for directions after waking up on the riverbank. And she was smiling at him. He swallowed.