ening off the dragon. He opened his door and hurled a red, a green, and a yellow firecracker in the monster's path.
In through his barely opened door the witch cat dragged her exhausted self. "I don't see why you couldn't open the door sooner," she scolded, changing into a hag. "I circled the hut three times before you had the gumption to let me in."
"I am very sorry, good mother. I was asleep." From Ah Tcha.
"Well, don't be so sleepy again," scowled the witch, "or I'll make you suffer. Get me food and drink."
"Again, honored lady, I am sorry. So poor am I that I have only water for drink. My food is the leaves and roots of bushes."
"No matter. Get what you have—and quickly."
Ah Tcha reached outside the door and stripped a handful of leaves from a bush. He plunged the leaves into a kettle of hot water and signified that the meal was prepared. Then he lay down to doze, for he had been awake fully half a dozen minutes and the
