Once upon a time there was a family of peasants who lived deep in the Child-Eating-Witch forest, the deepest, darkest and most child-eating-witch infested in all the land. In this family there was a mother, a father and two children named Hansel and Gretel. These children were poor, thin and impoverished. These two children grew up to become hostile, disobedient teenagers, who still loved their parents, on second thoughts, they loved their dad and late mother, not so much their step-mother as you will find out later in the story.

When the children were fourteen, a great time of drought & poverty occurred. Crops failed, meals were missed and multiple bushfires came and nearly destroyed their home. During the winter of a particularly bad year the parents were so poor that the cruel step-mother (their real mother was caught in a bushfire) ordered their father to take the children out under the pretence of collecting firewood and abandon them just before dark. Luckily, Hansel had overheard this conversation and, while his parents were asleep, snuck out and filled his pockets with pebbles from the front yard.

The following day, as Hansel had overheard, his heavy-hearted father took them to collect wood and promptly abandoned them, luckily, Hansel had left a discreet trail of pebbles to follow and they found their way back home, avoiding all the tempting candy-covered houses, remembering what their late mother had told them, "never go anywhere near candy covered houses, nasty child-eating-witches live there and once you go in, there's no going out." When they arrived home their father was surprised (but inwardly ecstatic) and their step-mother acted surprised but was seething inside.

Author's Note:

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