Once upon a time, nestled in a quiet and peaceful countryside, far away from noisy city streets, there lived a very old and gentle woman. She was a widow, which meant she had been all by herself for a very, very long time, without her dear husband. Her cozy and simple little hut, with its charming garden, was not too far from the cheerful village, but it was still a bit hidden away amongst the tall trees and green fields. This made her home feel like a secret, peaceful place, known only to a few.

Even though she was very, very old and didn't have any family living close by to take care of her every day, this brave and strong elderly woman never, ever asked for help from anyone else. Oh no, she was so incredibly hardworking! She earned her very own living and bought her own food by carefully tending to her small, lovely farm, where she grew the most yummy and colorful vegetables like bright red tomatoes and sweet green peas, and sweet, juicy fruits like crunchy apples and tiny, plump berries. She loved to work with her hands in the rich, dark soil, watching her plants grow big and strong.

Besides her wonderful garden and farm, this kind old woman also had many happy and playful animal friends living right there with her in her cozy home! She lovingly raised many busy, clucking chickens, who laid fresh, warm eggs every morning, and noisy, quacking ducks, who loved to splash and swim in the puddles after the rain. She also cared for fluffy white rabbits with twitchy noses, who hopped playfully, and gentle, bleating goats who loved to eat tasty green leaves from the bushes. Her little home was always filled with the cheerful and happy sounds of her beloved animal companions, making it a lively and joyful place to be, never truly lonely.

Every single morning, as the bright, golden sun slowly peeked over the green hills, painting the sky with pretty, soft colors, the old woman would take a long, quiet walk all around the peaceful village. She would carefully and kindly collect any leftover food that people didn't want to waste, like soft bread crusts or sweet fruit peels. She did this so she could feed her hungry, clucking chickens and quacking ducks back at her farm, making sure they had enough yummy things to eat. Many of the children in the village, however, were a little bit afraid of her. Maybe it was because she always wore dark, long, all-black clothes, which made her look mysterious and different. And what made them even more scared was her tall, pointy hat, which looked just like the hats that witches wear in spooky storybooks and scary movies! They would often hide when they saw her coming.

The elderly widow, who sadly didn't have any family members living close by in the village, hardly ever spent time talking or playing games with the other villagers. She was a bit of a mystery to them, always keeping to herself. She didn't even go to the busy, bustling market in town to sell all the fresh, yummy food she grew on her bountiful farm. Instead, once every single week, a kind and friendly trader would come all the way to her quiet house, bringing his big cart, to pick up all her delicious harvest of fresh vegetables and fruits. She would happily trade her healthy produce for big bags of fluffy white rice and other important things she needed to keep her cozy home well-stocked and comfortable, showing her independent spirit.

One bright and sunny afternoon, when the air was warm and cheerful, while the old woman was taking her usual, peaceful walk through the village, she happened to cross paths with a cheerful little girl named Sinta. Sinta was happily riding her bright red bicycle, zooming along the dusty path with a big smile on her face. But when Sinta suddenly saw the old woman in her dark clothes and pointy hat, her heart thumped like a loud drum inside her chest! She immediately thought the old woman was a real, scary Witch right out of a storybook! The little girl got very, very scared, and her eyes grew wide with fright. Sinta pedaled her bicycle as fast as her tiny legs could possibly go, wanting to get away from the 'Witch' as quickly as possible, leaving a cloud of dust behind her as she hurried away.

Oh no! What a big tumble! Sinta was pedaling her bike much, much too fast and wasn't watching carefully where she was going, looking behind her instead of ahead at the road. Suddenly, *thud!* she fell right off her bright bicycle onto the dusty path! 'Ouch! My knee hurts so much!' she groaned sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her knee was scratched and scraped, and a little bit of red, red blood started to show, making her feel hurt and very upset. The old woman, who had seen Sinta fall with her kind eyes, quickly walked over to the little girl, stepping very gently and carefully, ready to help in any way she could, her heart filled with worry for the child.

'Please, my dear little one, let me help you feel better and make your boo-boo go away,' the kind old woman said with a soft, comforting voice and a gentle, warm smile that made her face wrinkle kindly. Sinta was still trembling a little bit with fear, her tiny body shaking slightly, but she let the old woman come close to her. The old woman carefully held Sinta's hurt knee, ever so gently, and then she cleaned the little girl's scraped wound with a soft, clean cloth, making it feel much better and stopping the sting. Sinta was so, so surprised to discover that the 'Witch' she thought was scary was actually very gentle, helpful, and incredibly kind! Her heart began to feel lighter, and her fear started to melt away, realizing her mistake.

Later that day, when Sinta felt all better and her knee didn't hurt anymore, she couldn't wait even one more second to rush and tell all her friends at school about her surprising and amazing adventure with the 'Witch'! Her friends were super curious and listened with wide, wondering eyes to Sinta's incredible story, asking so many questions about what happened. They were so excited and wanted to see for themselves, to meet this mysterious person, so they eagerly asked Sinta to take them to visit the 'Witch's' house the very next Saturday! They couldn't wait to unravel the mystery and meet this surprising, kind woman.

The kind old woman, with her gentle eyes and warm heart, was so incredibly happy to see all the girls, Sinta and her friends, coming to her home. She welcomed them all with a big, warm, and joyful smile that lit up her entire face. Sinta and her friends were absolutely delighted and felt so excited to be at the old woman's house, seeing her cozy farm and all her friendly animals! They had so much fun playing games and running around, especially because they could play gently with all the clucking chickens, quacking ducks, fluffy white rabbits, and gentle bleating goats on the farm. From that very special day on, the children in the village no longer called the kind old woman a 'Witch' anymore. Instead, they lovingly and respectfully called her the 'Kind Grandma,' knowing deep in their hearts that she had a heart full of warmth, kindness, and love for everyone, proving that appearances can sometimes be very deceiving and that true kindness shines brightest.