The cat flap swung open. ‘Finally’, I thought. Pushing it open had taken all of my effort and now I felt weak and dizzy. I smiled, though, as I would finally make my escape from the witch. She treats me like a slave just because I’m tiny. It’s not my fault; I was just born that way. The sprint across the garden took an hour. By now the hunger pangs in my stomach were growing painful. I saw some wood and rushed towards it. Slowly, I clambered up it. Hearing a noise, I looked up and saw a dreadful sight…