Hazel, the witch who lives in the woods, is busy working on her potions and spells, rubbing her huge pregnant belly in one hand, stirring the contents inside her cauldron in the other. She hears a knock at the door of her little cottage in the woods.

Hazel: "Oh, who could that be at my door?"

Walking away from her cauldron, she approached her door to see who was on the other side.