"This is no forest for fools to walk around", a voice says.
It is a feminine voice, but a voice so old that it sounds more like paper cracking and becoming dust into the wind. Slowly but firmly a creature creeps from a small hut besides the path, impeding the passage. Huge as it is, monstrous as it looks, it has the face of a woman: a yellow, dried up, apparently wrinkled face. It -or she? -moves nimbly and sits on the way of our brave fellow, who stands up hopelessly in front of this awful sight that extends its eagle-like wings like a peacock and shakes a serpent-like tail in front of his eyes.