Baba waited on a hill, her arms crossed bout her small frame, her foot tapped with impatience. How long does it take something that size to get where it was wanted? She didn't bother to cover her tracks because really, who followed a house with chicken legs? Specially a house that didn't care if it crushed, maimed, or killed as it made its way wherever? Certainly no one with intelligence.
She relaxed a little as she saw the cheery puffs of smoke that lifted from the house's chimney. Damn thing was happy to see her. It could get her caught or in trouble, and it was happy to see her. Of course, it was. Damn thing. And once it realized she was closer than she had been in centuries, it started to run, the ground shaking just a touch with the motion. Baba sighed, forcing herself to rise a foot from the quaking ground.
"Would you stop that?" She didn't yell; she really didn't have to. She didn't sound too angry either; she wish she could, but it was like being angry with a puppy who's happy to see its human. She didn't smile though. The house did slow down, finally coming to a full stop a few yards away.
"Down." A quick command, and soon it was lowering itself down. The legs seemed to disappear as the house part finally met ground. Baba stood on the hill and stared at the house. What was she going to do with the thing?