Many have heard of the story of Hansel and Gretel, where brother and sister wander off into the woods and find a house full of candy because of their cruel and selfish mom. Well, forget all of that because it is not the real story.
I, the witch, have a very different story of those treacherous times. You see, I knew Hansel and Gretel’s mom. In fact, she was a close friend, also a witch. One day, she decided to leave and betray us witches, to live with the mere mortals. We witches still tell the story of her foolish ways to our children, so that they won’t follow in her footsteps.
On the day of the betrayal, I was crouched by the house, making sure that if she left the children in the woods, I could guide them to my house. It was a genius plan back then; foolproof, if I do say so myself. When the kids overheard, I thought that was the end, but I soon overcame that fear because I knew that they probably weren’t smart enough to find their way back.
Everything went according to the plan, until the boy started dropping rocks that glittered in the light. I thought nothing of it at the time, but now I see how stupid I was. When the boy used the rocks to come home, I was disappointed, but I knew that Hansel’s mom wouldn’t let that happen again.
I waited for the next day, where the same ploy was utilized. This time, I was smarter and I kicked away all the bread crumbs so that they wouldn’t come back. Eventually I heard them chipping away at my beloved house. I was mad at this, but I knew sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.
After listening to them devour my house for at least 10 minutes, I dramatically stepped outside and ushered them in. My plan was in motion. They ate and went to bed. The next day, I locked the boy up and fed him some chicken and crab.
I did that for about a week, until I couldn’t hold my temptations much longer – I had to eat. So, I told the girl to check if the stove was ready and prepared to push her in. Little did I know, she knew my ploy and acted like she didn’t know how. I, in a moment of stupidity, showed her and allowed her to get the jump on me, pushing me in and locking the oven door.
There is one thing mortals don’t know about witches though, they don’t burn. So there I was, stuck in an oven with nothing to do except watch those cursed kids steal all my loot and run away. It wasn’t until the embers burned out that I could climb out the chimney. Trust me, I searched everywhere for those thieves, but they were nowhere to be found.
I, the witch, have a very different story of those treacherous times. You see, I knew Hansel and Gretel’s mom. In fact, she was a close friend, also a witch. One day, she decided to leave and betray us witches, to live with the mere mortals. We witches still tell the story of her foolish ways to our children, so that they won’t follow in her footsteps.
On the day of the betrayal, I was crouched by the house, making sure that if she left the children in the woods, I could guide them to my house. It was a genius plan back then; foolproof, if I do say so myself. When the kids overheard, I thought that was the end, but I soon overcame that fear because I knew that they probably weren’t smart enough to find their way back.
Everything went according to the plan, until the boy started dropping rocks that glittered in the light. I thought nothing of it at the time, but now I see how stupid I was. When the boy used the rocks to come home, I was disappointed, but I knew that Hansel’s mom wouldn’t let that happen again.
I waited for the next day, where the same ploy was utilized. This time, I was smarter and I kicked away all the bread crumbs so that they wouldn’t come back. Eventually I heard them chipping away at my beloved house. I was mad at this, but I knew sacrifices had to be made for the greater good.
After listening to them devour my house for at least 10 minutes, I dramatically stepped outside and ushered them in. My plan was in motion. They ate and went to bed. The next day, I locked the boy up and fed him some chicken and crab.
I did that for about a week, until I couldn’t hold my temptations much longer – I had to eat. So, I told the girl to check if the stove was ready and prepared to push her in. Little did I know, she knew my ploy and acted like she didn’t know how. I, in a moment of stupidity, showed her and allowed her to get the jump on me, pushing me in and locking the oven door.
There is one thing mortals don’t know about witches though, they don’t burn. So there I was, stuck in an oven with nothing to do except watch those cursed kids steal all my loot and run away. It wasn’t until the embers burned out that I could climb out the chimney. Trust me, I searched everywhere for those thieves, but they were nowhere to be found.
