I hope Grandma Yaga can restore Ivan’s eyesight. He was an idiot, but I think he has learned some very harsh lessons during his years in the fire world.
Those clacks? Wind chimes.
Is Baba Yaga’s hut on auto-Pilot?
Wow, even Winnie, who cheerfully crunched the bad guys, looks perturbed.
Always Halloween at Grandma Yaga’s. Yikes!
LOL @ “What’s that clucking?”!
…LOVING this comic. I grew up on these kinds of stories – gruesome, terrifying and satisfying. Versus the bland stuff they feed kids today…My mom would read these and the great original Mother Goose stuff to us at night, and finish off with “Here comes a candle to light you to bed, and HERE COMES A CHOPPER TO CHOP OFF YOUR HEAD!”We’d spend the rest of the night with the covers over our heads lol…(Ukrainian mom, English dad lol)…
When it’s something that gives Winnie pause to worry, you’re better off not knowing, Ivan.
Nice set of wind chimes.
Baba Yaga makes it plain she wants no visitors.
Them bones, them bones, used to be somebody’s bones.