You certainly aren't waiting around to be an ingredient in her supper, but it's too risky to confront her. You let her waddle around the corner into the kitchen, then bolt from the house and down the street. You sprint as fast as you can, which you realize probably isn't all that fast, hoping to put enough distance between you and the fat hag. You cross the street and run a ways, before you are heaving and gasping for breath.