Welcome to the Wood, my dears. My home is safe enough, so long as you mind your manners. Pull off your cloaks, pull up a seat, and warm yourselves at my fire. There’s tea and all sorts of delicious things for you to… sample.
Never mind the scratch at the door, or the cree at the window. You’re safe as houses in this witch’s house. There are stories, and poems, and things stranger than these. I hope you’ll admire them all.
Just remember: take a good, solid stick when you leave and turn your socks inside out. Hide all shiny things away, and keep to the path. (Or wander from it.) Always start in the bright midmorning. (Or creep away after midnight.)
To be honest, there’s always danger (and magic) in the Wood. But isn’t that why you came?