Monsters don’t exist. It’s men you should be afraid of, not monsters.

Margherita Margheritone put the pot of water on the fire and the Wicked Witch emptied the sack into it and the little wash-bear jumped out and started biting both of them, went down into the yard and started eating the hens, and threw all the rubbish into the air.

She was always on her feet. Cooking. Washing. Ironing.