Pedro sees the small hut silhouetted by the evening sun at the mountain’s crown.

His years-long quest is almost over.  He clambers until he reaches the wooden door. He knocks. There are sounds inside. 

Pedro breathlessly waits.

The door swings open.

An old woman who most charitably resembles the Wicked Witch of the West glares.

“Uh,” Pedro stammers. “Are you the Hermit of the Hut?”

“No. I’m the Crone Alone. Herm is the next peak,” she says, slamming the door.

Dazed, Pedro starts the long descent.

“I knew that sign was wrong,” Pedro fumes.