Baba chuckled to herself as she sat in an armchair in her tent/wagon. It was such a lovely day and then Hag made it so much more amusing with that announcement. Any soul that fluttered near her ended up trapped in her mirrors. With her eyes closed, she leaned back and snapped her fingers. The tent folded itself up and stuffed itself into the compartment of her wagon meant for its storage. That done, the wagon rose up on its twin chicken legs and, four wheels spinning uselessly in midair, ran in its jarring gait to stand beside the office and await transport.

She swore to herself as the wagon jerked about while moving. She hated, hated, hated that! Stupid thing insisted on taking her everywhere. It even attacked the cart Hag had given her and fixed itself to take that one's place. One of her more "successful" projects.