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I'm sure you've heard our story. My name is Hansel, and mine is Grethel. We are twins. Our thoughts are always quite in sync, and that is why we can tell you this story together.

It's been some years since we've escaped our fate and told our tale. The happy story you know love…it's a lie.

We knew from the moment our father married that awful woman she would bring trouble. Quickly we began to scheme.
Luck was upon us, in a strange form, when one day our father comes to say,

"Rebekka, Hansel, Grethel…We are running low on food, and I have not been making enough money to continue feeding our happy family."

The woman pushes us out of the room, tells us they need to discuss matters us small children couldn't possibly understand.

We stay by the door and listen, and hear what she has to say.

"Those children are the reason we are so low on money! Why we could be rich, if it were not for those dreadful children."

"Ah but my wife, they are my children, what do you expect me to do?"

"Leave them in the forest! They will never find their way back! We shall tell them we are going to cut wood…and that they must wait until we return. Then we will be rid of them!"

"No my wife…I cannot do that," he replied softly, it was clear her wicked words were taking hold in his mind.

"Fine! Then we shall starve, stupid husband!" she snarled. "Why care for the children when we must look out for ourselves?!"

With a heavy sigh our father finally gave in. The next morning we were to each be given a loaf of bread and our father would take us to a clearing in the woods and leave us to starve.

While Grethel made sure to distract the two, I collected small pebbles.

Along the way we went on walking, and I watched as Hansel dropped the stones to make our path.

After our father and the wicked woman had left we quickly checked around, and made sure our way back to the clearing would be easy.

Upon our way we saw a house, made of sweets. Very curious we stepped up close, and in the window we saw a witch.
At her table she did sit, working out of a magic spell book. A plan began to hatch in our heads.

Soon night was almost upon us, so we rushed back to the clearing. Just as we'd thought, almost as nearly as we arrived who do we hear but our father and the wicked woman… They were off in the distance, and no doubt checking upon us to see that we hadn't moved.

Clever us we had a plan, to trick them into believing we were worried.

I began to cry, as Hansel came to comfort me.

Instead of following our path back to the house we ran out to the witch's lair.

Standing outside her house we started chewing on the sweet candy to get her attention.

"Nibble, nibble, gnaw. Who is nibbling at my little house?" her frail voice creaks out from the door.

"The wind, the wind! The heaven-born wind!" we gleefully respond, giggling afterwards at our joke.

Nevertheless, out the door she came, to see us chewing at her house.

"Oh my poor little children," she cooed, "Come in, come in, let me take care of you. Poor souls, lost in the forest, my house is yours."

Neither of us are dumb you see, and we saw through her sweet facade.

Her red eyes and wrinkled talons gave her away. Yet we still played along as all naive, dumb children must.

She fed us milk and pancakes, with apples, sugar, and nuts. Then off to bed we went and both of us were neatly tucked in.

Our eyes never once closed. We waited up all night for the witch to come.

Finally she grabbed me out of my bed, muttering to herself while my sister feigned sleep. Into a stable I was thrown and locked up, and I heard her say that she would be fattening me up to eat.

The days passed, but my brother was wise. Every day when she asked to see his finger to see how plump he'd gotten he would hold out a bone found in the stable. Her poor eye-sight couldn't tell the difference, and she believed he was gaining no weight.

Every day still she had me bring him out food, and we shared it together.

We were in waiting. A chance to steal her magic would surely come, and that was the only thing that kept us there.

Finally the day came, when she said she was prepared to eat me no matter how much I weighted.

That morning she took me into the kitchen and said to me, "Little Grethel, climb in that oven and see if it is hot enough!" Immediately I, clever Grethel, came up with a plan.

"Oh, but I don't know how to climb into an oven." I say, giving her the dumbest look I can muster. "Perhaps you can show me?"

"Bah! Useless child!" she snarls, "Girls these days are raised to be so stupid! I shall show you, you moronic girl." Then, as she puts her feet in the oven I strike.

Shoving her in I close the oven door and quickly bar it with a heavy chair. I reach to turn the heat up, and then look back to see and hear her screaming in agony.

I watch for a few minutes as she melts, knowing that she surely must have done this to other's and that justified things.. Grinning I give her a little wave.

"Sometimes people need to take their own medicine."

Grabbing the key to the stable I then proceeded to walk out and rescue my brother.

Rejoicing as my sister unlocks the door we embraced, happily together again.

"My little sister!" I joyfully shouted, "This is wonderful! And now we can take the witch's magic"

"And also get rid of our wicked step-mother!" we shout in gleeful unison. Things were looking up and back into the house we vented, grabbing every book we could find. Along the way we took all the witch's jewels and pearls, knowing she'll no longer need them.

On our way back in the forest we read through the books, and find a spell perfect for our situation. A spell that takes two to complete.

As we approach a large urn-crossable body of water we stop, and my sister pulls out a book.

"Let us try summoning a little friend," she says, and together we place our hands on the book and recite a charm in perfect harmony.

"Little duck, little duck, dost thou see,
Hansel and Grethel are waiting for thee?
There's never a plank, or bridge in sight,
Take us across on thy back so white."

In a flash of magic a duck appears before us, quite large and intimidating. It is what we would expect from black magic. Crawling on it's back we cross the water, and safely arrive on the arrive.

Sneaking in behind our house we know our time has come.

Out back we wait, until out she comes to hang the laundry. Together again we whisper a spell, willing our spell, willing all of our energy and spite towards the wicked woman.

"O wicked one, who stands in our way,
Today shall be your final day,
A curse, a curse, placed on you
Never again will you see the morning dew,
The dead shall share your fate,
For you will not move past this date."

With those words a sickness befell her, and out in back we watched with great joy as she collapsed to the ground.

From what we know the rest of the day she was bedridden, and at exactly midnight her heart decided to beat no more.
Upon the next morning's breaking hour out we came to our father's door. Together we shared a sweet reunion, and he was overjoyed to see us home.

We gave him the jewels and pearls, and together we lived happily ever after.

Among the years to come, never did the town once grow suspicious of the lies we told to explain our absence. Why even two brother's went on to publish our tale, yet their book was a work of fiction so we suppose our story must have fit nicely.

Of course, with so many disappearances to worry the town, no one really had time to look at the sweet little twins.
The two little twins who were never hurt, even long after their father had passed away.

Hansel and Grethel.

Together we live forever.

Together…and in our own insanity.

Description
I'm sure you've heard our story. My name is Hansel, and mine is Grethel. We are twins. Our thoughts are always quite in sync, and that is why we can tell you this story together.

It's been some years since we've escaped our fate and told our tale. The happy story you know love…it's a lie.

We knew from the moment our father married that awful woman she would bring trouble. Quickly we began to scheme.
Luck was upon us, in a strange form, when one day our father comes to say,

"Rebekka, Hansel, Grethel…We are running low on food, and I have not been making enough money to continue feeding our happy family."

The woman pushes us out of the room, tells us they need to discuss matters us small children couldn't possibly understand.

We stay by the door and listen, and hear what she has to say.

"Those children are the reason we are so low on money! Why we could be rich, if it were not for those dreadful children."

"Ah but my wife, they are my children, what do you expect me to do?"

"Leave them in the forest! They will never find their way back! We shall tell them we are going to cut wood…and that they must wait until we return. Then we will be rid of them!"

"No my wife…I cannot do that," he replied softly, it was clear her wicked words were taking hold in his mind.

"Fine! Then we shall starve, stupid husband!" she snarled. "Why care for the children when we must look out for ourselves?!"

With a heavy sigh our father finally gave in. The next morning we were to each be given a loaf of bread and our father would take us to a clearing in the woods and leave us to starve.

While Grethel made sure to distract the two, I collected small pebbles.

Along the way we went on walking, and I watched as Hansel dropped the stones to make our path.

After our father and the wicked woman had left we quickly checked around, and made sure our way back to the clearing would be easy.

Upon our way we saw a house, made of sweets. Very curious we stepped up close, and in the window we saw a witch.
At her table she did sit, working out of a magic spell book. A plan began to hatch in our heads.

Soon night was almost upon us, so we rushed back to the clearing. Just as we'd thought, almost as nearly as we arrived who do we hear but our father and the wicked woman… They were off in the distance, and no doubt checking upon us to see that we hadn't moved.

Clever us we had a plan, to trick them into believing we were worried.

I began to cry, as Hansel came to comfort me.

Instead of following our path back to the house we ran out to the witch's lair.

Standing outside her house we started chewing on the sweet candy to get her attention.

"Nibble, nibble, gnaw. Who is nibbling at my little house?" her frail voice creaks out from the door.

"The wind, the wind! The heaven-born wind!" we gleefully respond, giggling afterwards at our joke.

Nevertheless, out the door she came, to see us chewing at her house.

"Oh my poor little children," she cooed, "Come in, come in, let me take care of you. Poor souls, lost in the forest, my house is yours."

Neither of us are dumb you see, and we saw through her sweet facade.

Her red eyes and wrinkled talons gave her away. Yet we still played along as all naive, dumb children must.

She fed us milk and pancakes, with apples, sugar, and nuts. Then off to bed we went and both of us were neatly tucked in.

Our eyes never once closed. We waited up all night for the witch to come.

Finally she grabbed me out of my bed, muttering to herself while my sister feigned sleep. Into a stable I was thrown and locked up, and I heard her say that she would be fattening me up to eat.

The days passed, but my brother was wise. Every day when she asked to see his finger to see how plump he'd gotten he would hold out a bone found in the stable. Her poor eye-sight couldn't tell the difference, and she believed he was gaining no weight.

Every day still she had me bring him out food, and we shared it together.

We were in waiting. A chance to steal her magic would surely come, and that was the only thing that kept us there.

Finally the day came, when she said she was prepared to eat me no matter how much I weighted.

That morning she took me into the kitchen and said to me, "Little Grethel, climb in that oven and see if it is hot enough!" Immediately I, clever Grethel, came up with a plan.

"Oh, but I don't know how to climb into an oven." I say, giving her the dumbest look I can muster. "Perhaps you can show me?"

"Bah! Useless child!" she snarls, "Girls these days are raised to be so stupid! I shall show you, you moronic girl." Then, as she puts her feet in the oven I strike.

Shoving her in I close the oven door and quickly bar it with a heavy chair. I reach to turn the heat up, and then look back to see and hear her screaming in agony.

I watch for a few minutes as she melts, knowing that she surely must have done this to other's and that justified things.. Grinning I give her a little wave.

"Sometimes people need to take their own medicine."

Grabbing the key to the stable I then proceeded to walk out and rescue my brother.

Rejoicing as my sister unlocks the door we embraced, happily together again.

"My little sister!" I joyfully shouted, "This is wonderful! And now we can take the witch's magic"

"And also get rid of our wicked step-mother!" we shout in gleeful unison. Things were looking up and back into the house we vented, grabbing every book we could find. Along the way we took all the witch's jewels and pearls, knowing she'll no longer need them.

On our way back in the forest we read through the books, and find a spell perfect for our situation. A spell that takes two to complete.

As we approach a large urn-crossable body of water we stop, and my sister pulls out a book.

"Let us try summoning a little friend," she says, and together we place our hands on the book and recite a charm in perfect harmony.

"Little duck, little duck, dost thou see,
Hansel and Grethel are waiting for thee?
There's never a plank, or bridge in sight,
Take us across on thy back so white."

In a flash of magic a duck appears before us, quite large and intimidating. It is what we would expect from black magic. Crawling on it's back we cross the water, and safely arrive on the arrive.

Sneaking in behind our house we know our time has come.

Out back we wait, until out she comes to hang the laundry. Together again we whisper a spell, willing our spell, willing all of our energy and spite towards the wicked woman.

"O wicked one, who stands in our way,
Today shall be your final day,
A curse, a curse, placed on you
Never again will you see the morning dew,
The dead shall share your fate,
For you will not move past this date."

With those words a sickness befell her, and out in back we watched with great joy as she collapsed to the ground.

From what we know the rest of the day she was bedridden, and at exactly midnight her heart decided to beat no more.
Upon the next morning's breaking hour out we came to our father's door. Together we shared a sweet reunion, and he was overjoyed to see us home.

We gave him the jewels and pearls, and together we lived happily ever after.

Among the years to come, never did the town once grow suspicious of the lies we told to explain our absence. Why even two brother's went on to publish our tale, yet their book was a work of fiction so we suppose our story must have fit nicely.

Of course, with so many disappearances to worry the town, no one really had time to look at the sweet little twins.
The two little twins who were never hurt, even long after their father had passed away.

Hansel and Grethel.

Together we live forever.

Together…and in our own insanity.