Baba felt...peevish. She usually ran along the more mischievous with a hint of murder and mayhem line of things, but today she wanted to poke a bear. She could think of a few bears to poke, but two of them were unavailable due to the time of day. A few others would wait because they couldn't take the kind of poking she wanted. She supposed poking a wolf or a leprechaun could be interesting.
Instead she got some kid who seemed odd. There was something about him that didn't seem right; she couldn't quite place why until she put herself in his way, and he stepped on her foot. He was much taller than her, not that that would take much; many people were taller than her. He was built a little larger than her, again wouldn't take much.
"Ouch! Hey, look where you're going!" The crone yelled out as she tried to get out of his way, or look as if she were trying to get out of his way. The poor kid was about to have a very bad day if he wasn't having one already.