Twisted Fairytale: The Story of Hansel and Gretel

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We all know the story of Hansel and Gretel. Two innocent little children who were walking in the woods and found a house made of candy. There was an ugly old witch inside who tried to bake them into a pie. Well that is only one side of the story. I am here to tell you what really happened.

Let’s get one thing straight here; I was not an ugly old witch. My name was Bertha. Also it really hurt my feeling and increased my insecurities when it said I was an ugly old witch. I thought I was a beautiful, middle aged woman. And I was not a, “witch”; I was simply a woman who enjoyed making and trying out new things. And who started the idea of cannibalism? I didn’t want to eat those children. So for the first time ever, I will tell you the true story of Hansel and Gretel.

One day I was baking an apple pie in my house made of candy. It was made out of candy purely because I loved baking. And please do not go thinking I am a fat, lazy pig. The pie that I was baking was for a brunch that I was hosting. My guests were going to be coming any minute and I wanted everything to be perfect, right down to the T. The parents of Hansel and Gretel, Gwendolyn and Augustus, were close friends of mine. Sadly though, those two fat, disrespectful, and obnoxious children had eaten all of their parent’s food, and since I was a warm-hearted person, I invited them over.

I went out in my garden to pick some fresh fruit when I heard two squeaky voices. I immediately recognized two those voices, it belonged to those two animals that Gwendolyn and Augustus called children. I really did despise them. They would always try to eat my home, and never had any manners. I continued to watch them, - not in a pedophilic way. Gwendolyn and Augustus weren’t with t...

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...urpose, Mama!” I swear these children were truly, a pair of manipulative sociopaths. They could lie straight through their teeth!
“And I thought we could trust you Bertha! You will never hear the end of this! I will get the cops here right now and make sure you pay for the horrendous scenes you caused our children to see!” Gwendolyn was a scary, temperamental woman. I prayed that it was just one of her mood swings, but that wasn’t the case.

Only moments later Augustus arrived with police men, and that led me to charges that I didn’t deserve. They made me go to a rehabilitation centre because they thought I had a mental cannibalism disorder. I had to go to therapy for no reason. Worst of all, when the story was published, it made me look like a psychotic person. And from then I was labelled, “The ugly old witch”.

That’s it.
The true story of Hansel and Gretel.

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