Upon knocking three times on the door, the entire place came to life. Animals appeared in the pens, smoke rose from the chimney, and the smell of food wafted from the window as if it had been there all along. He smiled, opened the door, and walked inside.

Once upon a time, in a land not too far from here, a small hut stood in the middle of a clearing. No smoke rose from a fire, and no noise was heard except his own footsteps and the birds. The sun was barely up over the ridge, but Ratzel had been trudging for hours to arrive.