“Stupid goose,” said the witch. “The opening is big enough. See, I myself could get in.” She stuck her head into the oven.
Gretel shoved the witch and slammed the door. The witch howled frightfully. Finally, all was still. Gretel started towards Hansel’s cage, then stopped. The smell of roasted witch had her salivating.
She found herself opening the oven. Carving off a sliver, just to taste.
Delicious!
More slices. More nibbling.
Gretel hardly noticed her hands turning greenish and warty. Her eyes glowed red.
She cackled at Hansel in his cage. “You’re not fat enough. But you will be.”
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