Hazel yawned, and pulling herself out of bed, she gazed out her window. She saw Peter and his wife with a small baby girl in their arms. She smiled. The big day has come. She rushed out of bed. Neither Peter nor his wife had seen her since he had taken her beans. She flew downstairs and threw open her doors. She zipped towards the Bakery. She knocked on the door.
Inside, Peter heard the knock.
"Who might that be?" asked Rosemary.
"It's the witch from next door", Peter gulped.
Hazel knocked again. Still no answer. Oh well, she had always had a flair for the dramatic. With a wave of her hand, the door crashed into the house. Peter and Rosemary shrieked.
"I'll be taking that little child", Hazel slinked over to the bed.
"Who are you?" asked Peter.
"Surely, you remember?"
"Hazel?" Peter asked with a look of pure horror on his face.
"Your precious sticky fingers somehow made their way towards my beans. This is the result of it", Hazel laughed. "On a serious note, we did make a bargain."
"Don't you dare take away the baby!" Peter barked.
"Then you leave me no choice." Hazel reached out a leathered hand and shot a blast of smoke and lightning into the air. It covered the house. "From this day forth Peter's family tree will turn barren. And no one, nor his or daughter shall ever have a child!"
"No!" Rosemary shrieked, falling back into the bed.
"Rosemary!" Peter ran to her side grabbing her cold hand. Hazel grabbed the little child from her now dead mother's arms and started to walk out the door. "How could you do this?" Peter cried, "You used to be so fun and happy. Now you're cold and cruel and ruthless…"
"ENOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUGH!" Hazel shouted, waving her cape and disappearing in whirlwind.
Hazel ran further into the woods. She remembered the tower that her mother had taken her to. It was a secret tower, in the deepest part of the woods. Legend had it that a sleeping beauty had once lived there, but no prince who attempted to get to her would be blinded by a tall thorn bush that guarded the tower. Hazel would raise her daughter here. Safe from all the cruelties of the world. Safe from men, safe from wolves, safe from harshness and lies and thievery and the seven deadly sins of the world. She had remembered the Latin name for the rampions that Peter (ugh) had stolen. It was called Rapunzel. That would be the little girl's name. Her little Rapunzel.