by Noel Sloboda
Baba Yaga knew she was second string, destined for convenience stores and Dollarmarts. But a PEZ head still meant something. The old witch felt sure she was about to arrive. When she signed the contract with the folks at PEZ to license her image, Baba Yaga was full of herself. The feeling lasted for almost three months, until a package from PEZ arrived. When she opened the box and spied the prototype, she was beside herself. Her limited marketability had not rated a new mold, and the company had had thousands of unused candy cappers on hand from a major celebrity prematurely retired. Princess Di still retained an aristocratic mienâ€“even with her hair painted white, a great wart daubed on her nose, and two of her teeth blacked out. Baba Yaga supposed some would be flattered to have a royal likeness. Nevertheless, she cursed the PEZ people, praying to long forgotten dark gods that their sweet little necks would all snap.