…Then (Baba) Yaga broke her (the peasant girl) in pieces and put her bones in a basket.
Now the stepmother sent her husband for his daughter. The father went and brought back only her bones. As he approached the village, his dog barked on the porch: “Bow! wow! Bones are rattling in the basket!” The stepmother came out with a rolling pin: “You’re lying!” she said. “You should bark, ‘A young lady is coming!'” The husband arrived; and then the wife moaned and groaned.
There’s a tale for you and a crock of butter for me.
Hmm… That was even more vicious than I was expecting. But that entire tale was fascinating as it involved a little peasant girl being sold into bondservice to the witch Baba Yaga.
Meaning it was really about being sold into the service of a well-known murderer.
There’s a lot to be pulled from this story. And a whole nother story embedded in it about how to regain your freedom.
I keep thinking how much good such an obverse Baba Yaga tale might have done those little girls abducted in Nigeria had they been properly trained in escape and evasion.
Or even just simple observation and patience.