The first sign that something was wrong was that the house had moved.
Not far. Just a little further up the hill than yesterday, with its enormous red mushroom roof peeking above the autumn trees and two rather suspicious chicken feet planted firmly in the grass.
Nobody had seen it walking, of course. Nobody ever did.
The old witch who lived there had long insisted that her house was perfectly ordinary, although the vines growing from its roof, the peculiar little window and the occasional midnight journey across the valley suggested otherwise.
The Goddess Creations Yaga Hut had been standing in that forest for longer than anyone could remember. It was a curious little home, half mushroom, half magic, and entirely unwilling to obey the usual rules of architecture. Inside, there was a warm fireplace, a wonderfully plump mushroom chair, shelves full of mismatched crockery and a portrait of a cat who looked as though he knew considerably more than he should.
And today, there was trouble.
Thanksgiving preparations had begun rather badly.
Two little visitors had found their way inside, apparently convinced that helping with dinner meant sampling everything before it reached the table. The Outlaw Inc Thanksgiving Disaster brought a pair of adorable troublemakers into the kitchen, and judging by the state of their faces, the pies had never stood a chance.
There were crumbs on the floor. There was something sticky on the table. One of them appeared to be wearing half the autumn harvest.
The Magnetic Pretty Little Pies were meant to be the crowning glory of dinner. Beautiful little baked treasures, the sort that fill a cottage with the smell of warm pastry and make even the grumpiest witch forget her troubles. Unfortunately, nobody had explained that they were supposed to be eaten after the guests arrived.
Outside, the house shifted impatiently on its enormous feet.
Perhaps it had somewhere else to be. Perhaps it was embarrassed by the commotion. Or perhaps, being an enchanted house with a mind of its own, it simply fancied spending Thanksgiving somewhere with better company.
Whatever the reason, the little cottage was last seen making its way through the golden woods, carrying two very full troublemakers, a collection of half-eaten pies and one extremely disapproving cat portrait.
And somewhere in the forest, an old witch was wondering why she could never find her house when she needed it.
A little autumn madness from The Gacha Garden, where even the houses have their own ideas about Thanksgiving.
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Goddess Creations | Yaga Hut Set
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Outlaw Inc | Thanksgiving Disaster
12 commons, 1 rare
Magnetic | Pretty Little Pies
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Photography & Styling: AmyElle
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