This is a story based on domestic animals who lived in a European village and belonged to my wife and myself. Everything in the story was real - even the wicked witch - although her house was not made of gingerbread.
In this particular European country, there is a festival in the Spring where the locals dress up in costumes that are made from animal skins. Because of this, any animal with an attractive skin had better watch out!
The story was intended for my granddaughter who grew up too quickly to appreciate it. Never mind; maybe it will appeal to your child or grandchild.