On dark, cold nights, a fearsome creature comes speeding along when the moon is full. With glowing red eyes and nostrils ablaze, its hooves beat like thunder upon the earth, signaling to all. “Beware, beware, Baba Yage rides tonight.” Lock the doors and shutter the windows, hide the children, and keep them silent, for if she should hear a whimper or a whine, she is sure to snatch your babe to dine. So hear me well when I say when the moon is full, and the air is cold, the sound of thunder will surely come.








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