The real story of Hansssel and Grrretal.
Once upon a dark and dreary time there were two very naughty children; they were disobedient and cheeky and always up to mischief. One day their mother asked them to tidy their rooms, but instead they tore off to the forest for frolic and hi-jinx.
In the forest they chased small frightened animals and plucked the wings from beautiful butterflies, they stripped saplings of leaves and trees of branches (with which to beat each other), then they stomped on delicate wild flowers before finally coming across a patch of most usual looking fungi. Not satisfied to leave well and good alone, the bratty pair stuffed their faces with the brightly colored mushrooms and toadstools and soon lapsed drowsily into a psychedelic dream driven slumber.
After a couple of hours of horrors and nightmares, you would think the naughty children would be quite ready to scarper home, but instead they woke up hungry and grumpy and trudged of bad temperedly in search of something to eat.
A little further into the forest they came across the most beautiful and delicious smelling ginger bread house. Its windows were encrusted with candy, its roof tiles thick with powdered sugar snow, the walls studded with currents and chocolate chips.
Without a second thought for who might be dwelling in such an amazing cottage the children began at the marshmallow path and proceeded to eat and lick their way to the rich bounty of the candy cottage. Then they gorged and gluttonized and slobbered their way around the cottage, globs chocolate coating their ravenous mouths and sticky fingers smearing the smooth ginger bread walls.
Now you can just imagine how annoyed the poor wicked witch was when she discovered the rude little urchins devouring her beautiful, delicious cottage. As even you or I might be tempted to do, she scooped up the wicked little boy and girl and flung them into her big black oven, till she cooled off and decided what she might do with them.
While the wicked witch which went off to her sitting room to write a stern letter to the pairs parents, the slippery little escape artists managed to free themselves of the ovens confines and ran quick sticks back home.
In the oven the naughty boy and girl had had time to concoct themselves a sympathetic tale about getting lost in the forest and then held captive by a wicked old crone. Not so surprisingly the townsfolk believed them (they had never trusted that strange old hag in the woods- she rarely shopped in town, didnt drive a car and they were pretty sure she didnt even have a telephone, let a lone a mobile phone, obviously she was a menace to all things civilized.), the very next day the roar of heavy machinery could be heard heading in the direction of the ginger bread house
In the forest they chased small frightened animals and plucked the wings from beautiful butterflies, they stripped saplings of leaves and trees of branches (with which to beat each other), then they stomped on delicate wild flowers before finally coming across a patch of most usual looking fungi. Not satisfied to leave well and good alone, the bratty pair stuffed their faces with the brightly colored mushrooms and toadstools and soon lapsed drowsily into a psychedelic dream driven slumber.
After a couple of hours of horrors and nightmares, you would think the naughty children would be quite ready to scarper home, but instead they woke up hungry and grumpy and trudged of bad temperedly in search of something to eat.
A little further into the forest they came across the most beautiful and delicious smelling ginger bread house. Its windows were encrusted with candy, its roof tiles thick with powdered sugar snow, the walls studded with currents and chocolate chips.
Without a second thought for who might be dwelling in such an amazing cottage the children began at the marshmallow path and proceeded to eat and lick their way to the rich bounty of the candy cottage. Then they gorged and gluttonized and slobbered their way around the cottage, globs chocolate coating their ravenous mouths and sticky fingers smearing the smooth ginger bread walls.
Now you can just imagine how annoyed the poor wicked witch was when she discovered the rude little urchins devouring her beautiful, delicious cottage. As even you or I might be tempted to do, she scooped up the wicked little boy and girl and flung them into her big black oven, till she cooled off and decided what she might do with them.
While the wicked witch which went off to her sitting room to write a stern letter to the pairs parents, the slippery little escape artists managed to free themselves of the ovens confines and ran quick sticks back home.
In the oven the naughty boy and girl had had time to concoct themselves a sympathetic tale about getting lost in the forest and then held captive by a wicked old crone. Not so surprisingly the townsfolk believed them (they had never trusted that strange old hag in the woods- she rarely shopped in town, didnt drive a car and they were pretty sure she didnt even have a telephone, let a lone a mobile phone, obviously she was a menace to all things civilized.), the very next day the roar of heavy machinery could be heard heading in the direction of the ginger bread house
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