"Aggghhhhhh!" cried Phica. "I'm scared of heigh..."  

Phica was never seen again. (According to Phica that is.) 

''Oop-, well he’s gone,” said Wearica .  

"So, we’re just gonna ignore that?” asked Nolan.  

“Yes, cause why not.” “The fall is only a couple meters anyway.”  

"So, he’s just being dramatic? "

“Yes.” Wearica said with obvious annoyance.  

Seeing that he was still worried she added, with a sigh, "And he's a hybrid bear, so he'll be fine."

"Ooh, right he is," Nolan said. 

Phica never finished eating the front door made from Jell-O and Mr. Muddle remained trapped in the Wearica's cage.  

"That's it," said Wearica. "I win. I get to keep Mr. Muddle."  

"Nun-uh," said Nolan. "There is still one door to go. The door of the cabin is made from Carrots. And I have not had a chance yet."

"I don't have to give you a turn just so you know!" Wearica laughed. "My game. My rules."  

The woodcutter's voice cut through the air. "I think you should give him a chance. It's only fair."  

Wearica's eye twitched. "Whatever," Wearica said. "But you saw what happened to the bear brothers. He won't last long."  

"I'll be back," said Nolan.  

"What?" Wearica said, surprised. "Where's your sense of bravo? I thought you wanted Mr. Muddle back." “You’ve got quite the rare 'toy' kid.” 

Nolan ignored the witch, stuck out his tongue at her, and gathered a big pile of sticks.  

“Keep your tongue in your mouth brat, I might get cut off!” Wearica yelled. 

“Whatever!” Nolan yelled back. 

He came back to the field and started a small campfire. He broke off a piece of the door of the cabin made from Carrots and toasted it over the fire, slapped some pepper, and herbs he found. He looked at it, decided more season was needed and added more. He put it on the fire, once it was cooked and seasoned, he ate it. Then he finished the rest with relish.  

Nolan sat down on a nearby log.  

"You lost, boom!" Wearica chuckled. "You were supposed to eat the whole thing, idiot."  

"I haven't finished," explained Nolan. "I am just waiting for my food to go down, duh. And who you calling an idiot, you cretin.

I can’t just shove the whole thing down. Not like those idiots." Nolan mumbled.