It all started one afternoon on June. I was just about to sit down with my
daily milk and cookies when I hear a scratching outside my house I became
quite frightened, thinking that there may be a wild animal out there. So
cautiously, I crept to my door. O opened it slowly. Seeing nothing I made
my way to the side of my house and what I saw shocked me to my toes. Two
children, a boy and a girl, were EATING MY HOUSE! I was very angry.
I had spent a lot of time and energy building my house and these two little kids appeared out of nowhere and were eating my house! I mean ho would you feel if you went outside to find people eating YOUR house? I asked them if they would like to come inside for milk and cookies with me. Without even so much as a thank you they bounded into the house. When I got there I found them taking all of the food in my refrigerator out and putting it in my best china on my favorite tablecloth. Let me tell you they had no table manners what so ever.
They put chips in my china, they reached over each other to get the salt and they even spilt the gravy on my tablecloth! When they were done they immediately ran off. When I finally found them they were asleep in my guest room. I didn't even invite them to stay the night and they just acted like they were at home! I was quite miffed. SO while they were sleeping I took the boy and put him in this cage like pen where the chickens stay.
I figured that if I put him with them they might not run away and he could watch them. It was very late in the day and the girl was still asleep! I shook her awake and told her that since she had stayed the night she must help out during the day and work for her keep. I also told her that her brother was entirely too skinny and that we needed to fatten him up. Every day I would feed him and ask him to stick out his finger so I could see if he was gaining some weight, since my eyesight wasn't all that great. And for some reason that I will never understand that boy kept sticking out a chicken bone instead of his finger. I'm telling you nobody was home upstairs with him.
I mean why would anybody ever want to be that thin? So one day I wanted to make soup. Since the girl had basically reused to do any work I was very reluctant to ask her to check and see if the bread was finished baking. I even explained to her how it was done, very patiently I may add even though my patience was running out. And do you know what she said to me?
She said, " I don't wanna check the stupid bread. Let it burn for all I care." I even offered to show her how to do it. I got on the serving wood and when I got up near the oven that little chit pushed me into the oven! Then she and her brother left the house, taking with them most of my valuable possessions. A neighbor rescued me from the oven. While is ranting and raving and the messy house the reporters arrived.
They told me that I was a wicked old witch and that I was evil for trying to kill those poor children Hansel and Gretel. What a load of hash. So I moved out of my house into a new house where I still live to this day. Hansel and Gretel were mean and nasty to make up that horrible story. Have you veer seen a candy house since they mad up there little story?
I had spent a lot of time and energy building my house and these two little kids appeared out of nowhere and were eating my house! I mean ho would you feel if you went outside to find people eating YOUR house? I asked them if they would like to come inside for milk and cookies with me. Without even so much as a thank you they bounded into the house. When I got there I found them taking all of the food in my refrigerator out and putting it in my best china on my favorite tablecloth. Let me tell you they had no table manners what so ever.
They put chips in my china, they reached over each other to get the salt and they even spilt the gravy on my tablecloth! When they were done they immediately ran off. When I finally found them they were asleep in my guest room. I didn't even invite them to stay the night and they just acted like they were at home! I was quite miffed. SO while they were sleeping I took the boy and put him in this cage like pen where the chickens stay.
I figured that if I put him with them they might not run away and he could watch them. It was very late in the day and the girl was still asleep! I shook her awake and told her that since she had stayed the night she must help out during the day and work for her keep. I also told her that her brother was entirely too skinny and that we needed to fatten him up. Every day I would feed him and ask him to stick out his finger so I could see if he was gaining some weight, since my eyesight wasn't all that great. And for some reason that I will never understand that boy kept sticking out a chicken bone instead of his finger. I'm telling you nobody was home upstairs with him.
I mean why would anybody ever want to be that thin? So one day I wanted to make soup. Since the girl had basically reused to do any work I was very reluctant to ask her to check and see if the bread was finished baking. I even explained to her how it was done, very patiently I may add even though my patience was running out. And do you know what she said to me?
She said, " I don't wanna check the stupid bread. Let it burn for all I care." I even offered to show her how to do it. I got on the serving wood and when I got up near the oven that little chit pushed me into the oven! Then she and her brother left the house, taking with them most of my valuable possessions. A neighbor rescued me from the oven. While is ranting and raving and the messy house the reporters arrived.
They told me that I was a wicked old witch and that I was evil for trying to kill those poor children Hansel and Gretel. What a load of hash. So I moved out of my house into a new house where I still live to this day. Hansel and Gretel were mean and nasty to make up that horrible story. Have you veer seen a candy house since they mad up there little story?