The tiny house appears unquestionably barren, save for an open hearth burning bright beneath a colorfully painted iron cauldron. The scent of robust herbs, both familiar and strange, pours out from the home, and her mouth comes alive with the taste of honey. She licks her lips and stands inspecting the remainder of the unfurnished home.
"Are you going to come in, or are you going to stand there getting wet?"
Anna turns about her to see where the voice had come from. Again the voice asks the same question.
"But it isn't even raining..." At that, Anna feels a delicate tapping on her shoulders. Storm clouds begin to weep.
"Quickly now," says the voice from within the home. At least it is dry, she thinks, and enters the abode. She takes a step across the thresh-hold and the door creaks closed behind her. "Come, come, sit down. I have real food for you, not the stuff I feed my little friends."
Uneasily, Anna takes another step and finds herself pushing against something.
Something is there! She can feel the hint of a chair and sits herself down. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to gauk, it appears your house has become rather invisible."
"My dear, it is perfectly visible to me. When your eyes fail you, you must learn to close your eyes."
"I don't understand."
"Close your eyes, dear!"