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Hansel And Gretel

Down in the valley was a wood. Next to the wood was a cottage. And in the cottage lived a wood-cutter and his two children—a little boy named Hansel, and his sister, Gretel.

The wood-cutter was a very poor man. Work was scarce and he had fallen on very hard times. He couldn’t even earn enough to feed the family every day, so—more often than not—the children went hungry.

Despite their situation, Hansel and Gretel’s spirits remained high. They never once complained. They could see how much their father loved them and how hard he was working—even if his work brought little reward.

Hansel and Gretel play outside with a ball

One evening, after the children had gone to bed, the wood-cutter sat talking to his wife next to the fire.

The woman was Hansel and Gretel’s stepmother. A simply wretched woman that was desperate to get rid of the children at the first available opportunity.

“Oh, wife,” said the wood-cutter, “I can barely support you and myself, never mind the children. What on earth are we going to do?”

“I know what to do,” she said—a wicked smile creeping onto her lips.

“Tell me, dear wife,” said the wood-cutter.

“Tomorrow morning, I will take the children deep into the wood—into the very thickest part—and leave them there for the wolves. They will then be out of our way, your wages will support us and we will be freed from this dreadful life of poverty,” said the stepmother.

“Feed them to the wolves?” repeated the wood-cutter in horror, “I’ve never heard such nonsense in all my days!”

“Foolish man!” she replied, “then we will all perish. You are as well to go and cut wood for our own coffins.”

The wood-cutter said nothing.

Hansel and Gretel’s empty, rumbling bellies had kept them awake. They had heard everything—especially the bit about being left out for the wolves, which had terrified both of them beyond words.

“What is going to happen to us, Hansel?” sniffed Gretel, as she wiped away a tear.

“Don’t cry, Gretel,” he whispered, “I know exactly what to do.”

Hansel and Gretel cuddle each other in bed

They lay still until the grownups were asleep.

As soon as it was quiet, Hansel got up, put on his coat and slipped outside—making sure not to wake anyone. The moon shone brightly, lighting up the garden.

Hansel looked around, intently.

Then, without delay, he began picking up handfuls of little white pebbles that lay on the garden path. He carried on stuffing his pockets until they were full to the brim, then returned to bed.

The next morning, there came a rap at the bedroom door.

Gretel and Hansel's stepmother knocks on their bedroom door

“Up you get, you pair of lazy rats,” cried the stepmother. “You need to come with me into the wood to gather kindling for the fire. Quick, smart!”

Hansel and Gretel got up.

The stepmother handed Gretel a piece of bread and said, “Take this for your lunch. It is for both of you and must last you all day, so don’t eat it all at once. You won’t get more!”

Gretel took the bread and they set out into the woods.

Hansel seemed preoccupied. Every few steps he would turn around as if looking for something. And this strange behaviour did not go unnoticed by the stepmother.

“Why do you keep dropping back and looking behind?” she snapped, clearly irritated.

“I saw a cat,” said Hansel, “and I am checking to see if it is still following us.”

“Well, hurry along child,” she said, sharply, “we don’t have time for this childishness!”

Hansel was lying—he had not seen a cat.

He was staying behind to drop the white pebbles—the ones he'd gathered the previous night—onto the ground behind him as he walked.

Hansel is walking through the forest dropping pebbles

They carried on walking.

After some considerable time they reached an opening.

“Come children,” said the stepmother. “Gather some sticks and I will make us a fire. It's getting very cold and you need some rest.”

Hansel and Gretel gathered the sticks.

After making the fire, the stepmother said, “Sit down and rest here, children. I will return with your father once we've finished our days work,” then—without a moment’s hesitation—she scurried off.

Hansel and Gretel sat eating bread by the crackling fire. The crust had become a little stale in Gretel’s pocket, but they were too hungry to notice. After wolfing down their bread they quickly grew tired and fell fast asleep.

Several hours passed, then Gretel awoke with a start.

“It’s dark!” she cried, “and there is no sign of stepmother or father. Oh, Hansel, I am so very scared. What shall we do?”

“Fear not, dear sister,” said Hansel, “I have a cunning plan that will get us home safely.”

The full moon shone brightly in the night’s sky.

“Do you see that?” said Hansel, pointing forward.

As the light hit the path in front of them the white pebbles—that Hansel had dropped from his pockets along the journey—started to glitter and sparkle in the darkness.

Hansel and Gretel follow the pebbles, through the forest, under the moonlight, back home

“Brilliant!” cried Gretel, “you laid the pebbles to guide us home. Oh what a very clever brother you are.”

Hansel smiled.

They walked hand-in-hand all night and reached home just before dawn the following day. Their stepmother was utterly furious to see that they had returned home safely. Her scheming plan had failed.

The stepmother stands at the edge of the forest with her hands on her hips

The following year times had not improved.

In fact—just as the stepmother had predicted—their situation had worsened greatly. It was now so desperate that only half a loaf of bread remained in the larder.

“Something must be done,” the stepmother thought to herself.

That evening, after everyone else was in bed, the stepmother stayed up to create her wicked plan.

“I’ve got it!” she said aloud, “I’ll take them even deeper into the woods this time—I know just the place. They will surely never find their way home. A wolf will eat them both up and I will be able to live in peace and plenty.”

The stepmother sits on her rocking chair with the moonlight shining through the window

Hansel and Gretel’s empty, rumbling tummies had kept them awake once more. Once again, they had heard everything. As before, Hansel waited until the stepmother had gone to bed and then made his way to the front door.

But, to his horror the door was locked. His heart sank as he returned to bed without a single pebble in his pocket.

Early the next morning the stepmother burst into their bedroom, yanked the children out of bed shouting, “Get dressed at once, you lazy stinking little slugs!” 

Once they were dressed she gave them a small piece of bread each—from the single remaining loaf—and they set off into the woods.

Hansel put his piece of bread in his pocket.

As they walked, he stopped every so often, broke off a few crumbs and dropped them on the ground—just as he'd done with the pebbles.

The stepmother is pulling Gretel along the path, Hansel is following them dropping breadcrumbs

They carried on walking for some time.

As they walked, the path narrowed. The trees became thick. Very thick. So dense, in fact, that they could barely see a few yards ahead. At this point, one thing was for sure. Hansel and Gretel had never been this deep into the woods before—and they were starting to feel very frightened indeed.

Soon they reached a small clearing.

“Come children,” said the stepmother. “Gather some sticks and I will make us a fire. It is getting very cold and you need some rest.”

Hansel and Gretel did as they were told and their stepmother made the fire.

“Rest here dear children” she said, with a sinister smile, “while I go and help your father. Eat your bread, then lie down and sleep for a while and we will return in the evening when our work is finished.”

Before Hansel or Gretel could reply, she was gone.

They sat for a while.

Gretel then took out her bread and offered half of it to Hansel.

“You have half, brother,” she said, “as you have scattered yours along the path to guide us home.”

They ate the bread together in front of the roaring fire, then slept. Many hours passed. Darkness fell. And still no one came to fetch them.

Suddenly, Gretel awoke.

“It is so dark, Hansel,” she said, “and I'm so scared.”

“Oh dear sister please don’t be,” said Hansel warmly, “my trail of breadcrumbs will easily show us the way home. We must just wait a little longer until the moon is bright and then we will set off.”

The moon came out.

And the path lit up.

But, to their horror, there were no breadcrumbs to be found. You see—unbeknown to Hansel and Gretel—a little squirrel had been following behind them on their journey.

And no sooner had Hansel dropped a crumb than it was gobbled up by their hungry, bushy-tailed companion.

A squirrel holds and eats the breadcrumbs

“We’re doomed!” cried Gretel.

“There there, dear sister,” said Hansel, placing his arm gently around her. “I’m sure we’ll find our way without any crumbs,” he said, confidently.

Hansel may have sounded confident, but he really wasn’t. Not one little bit. Truth be told, he was just as scared as Gretel inside, but he managed to keep his fears hidden to protect his sister.

They set out into the darkness.

Two nights and two days passed, but they failed to make it out of the wood. Now disorientated and weary from lack of food, they found themselves heading deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest.

“I..I..I see something,” cried Gretel, with delight.

“It’s a house,” replied Hansel.

In the woods Gretel points towards a house and Hansel jumps with delight

Suddenly buoyed by a new burst of energy, then ran towards the house as quickly as their legs would carry them. As they approached, Gretel let out a yelp of excitement. For what stood before them was no ordinary house. 

Quite the contrary.

It was a house built entirely from gingerbread and decorated ornately with the finest cakes, tarts and barley-sugars a child could imagine.

“Let us stop here and feast for a while,” mumbled Hansel—through a mouthful of gingerbread that he'd just extracted from a downstairs windowsill.

Gretel looked up briefly.

She nodded and then carried on gouging great fistfuls of cake out of the doormat upon which she sat.

In the middle of the forest, Gretel and Hansel lie down next to the gingerbread house stuffing their faces with cake

Suddenly, a whispering voice came from behind the front door.

“Who is eating my house?” it said, quietly.

“The wind, the wind, it’s only the wind,” replied Hansel.

The door creaked, then opened and out hobbled an old woman. She was ever so frightful to look at. Her skin glowed with a green tinge. Her nose hooked at the tip and her whole face was covered in enormous warts.

The children were frozen in fear.

“Dear children, come close as my eyesight is very weak,” spluttered the old lady, “you are far too young to be out here in this dangerous wood all alone. Come in and stay with me for a while.”

A frightful looking old woman holds Hansel and Gretel in the air

As she spoke she seized the children by the scruff of the neck, marched them inside, and sat them at the kitchen table.

Before them lay a gigantic mound of sandwiches, buttered crumpets, steaming pancakes, fruit and nuts.

“What are you waiting for?” said the old lady, “Help yourself!”

So they did.

On top of a round table with the log white tablecloth there are lots of sweat treats

Once their bellies were full to bursting, Hansel and Gretel were shown to a beautiful room with two little beds surrounded by white curtains. They lay down, shut their eyes and were asleep moments after their heads hit the soft, silken pillows.

This was, however, a nasty ruse. A trick. A scheming ploy by the beastly old lady.

She was not, in fact, a lady at all. She was the wickedest of all witches in the wood and she had built her house out of gingerbread as bait to snare unsuspecting children.

And once she had them under her power she would feed them until they got very fat, and then boil them alive and eat them for her supper—on a very special day that she liked to call feast day!

Early the next morning, the witch entered the children’s bedroom and stood over them menacingly as they slept.

“Ah, yes,” she muttered to herself as she lent over the bed and sniffed at Hansel’s face. “This one will do very nicely for feast day. Yes. Just a bit of fattening up and he will taste delicious.”

The witch could not see Hansel’s face for her eyesight was much too weak, but with her terrific sense of smell knew instantly that he was a boy—and boy was her absolute favourite.

She adored the 'extra meaty’ taste of their flesh.

The witch leans over the single bed where Hansel is sleeping under a pink duvet

Suddenly, she grabbed Hansel with both hands and dragged him into a little cage behind the house and locked the door.

He let out a terrific scream, but it was too late. The cage itself was about the size of a dog kennel, surrounded on all four sides by thick, wrought iron bars and the door was fixed tightly shut with an enormous padlock.

There was no escape.

Hansel is trapped inside a small cage next to the forest trees

After this, the witch went back into the bedroom and cried, “Wake up, you wretched, lazy girl. You must go immediately to the well and get me some water. I must boil up some delicious treats for your brother, so I can fatten him up before feast day!”

“Hansel!” cried Gretel, “Where are you?”

Gretel, with a basket around one arm, shouts into the forest

“He can’t hear you,” replied the witch, “I’ve put him in a cage behind the house. Now, run along and fetch me that water.”

From then on, Hansel was fed a feast at every mealtime, while Gretel—who had now become the witches servant girl—had to survive on dry crusts and scraps.

Every morning the witch would go to the cage and say,

“Hansel, stick out your finger, so that I may test if you are fat enough for eating.”

But Hansel, was too clever for that.

He knew the witch had very poor eyesight, so he kept an old chicken bone from one of his meals and, each day, he would stick this through the bars instead.

Inside the cage, Hansel sticks out a bone for the witch to touch

Many weeks passed and the witch grew impatient. She'd waited long enough for her feast day and she could wait no longer.

“The time has come,” she said, “I will have my feast today. Go, Gretel, and fetch me a pale of water—enough to fill a whole pot to boil your brother!”

Gretel howled as tears rolled down her pale face.

“Your sobbing is useless little girl,” said the witch, “there is not a single soul that can hear you out here in the deepest woods.”

Alas, the witch was right and, reluctantly, Gretel obeyed.

When Gretel returned from the well, the witch was busy kneading dough. She turned to Gretel and said, “I have heated the oven. We will bake some bread while I wait for the pot to boil. Creep inside the oven, my dear, and see if it is hot enough.”

But Gretel was wise to this request. She knew precisely why the witch wanted her to creep inside the oven—to bake her alive and gobble her up. So Gretel replied,

“But witch, I don’t know how to open the door.”

The witch opened the oven door.

“But witch, I can’t possibly fit through that narrow door.”

The witch placed her head inside the oven door to show Gretel how it should be done. But, in that moment, Gretel pounced. She leapt forward, shoving the witch with all her might into the flaming oven. Then she quickly slammed the door and bolted it shut, baking the witch alive inside.

Inside the grey oven, the witch is inside surrounded by flames.

Gretel grabbed the keys, rushed to the cage and opened the door shouting;

“Hansel, Hansel, we are free. The wicked old witch is dead!”

Hansel flew like a bird from the cage and, as the door opened, the children ran into each other’s arms and held each other for a few seconds.

Hansel and Gretel hug

“Come on,” said Hansel, “let’s get out of here!”

“Wait,” said Gretel, “I’ve seen a chest in the witch’s bedroom which is full of the most magnificent jewels.”

The children filled their pockets with as many jewels as they could carry and set off into the enchanted wood.

They walked for days and then, as if by magic, their surroundings became clear to them once more and they returned home safely.

Their father wept great tears of joy to see his children safe and well.

The father holds and swings Gretel and Hansel, all three of them have big smiles

Hansel said, “Look, father!” taking enormous handfuls of shining gemstones from his pockets and placing them on the table, “We’re rich now!”

Gretel then looked very slowly and cautiously around the room and finally said, “Where is wicked stepmama?”

To which the father replied, “She left us my darling children—and is never coming back.”

From that moment on, all of their worries disappeared and they went on to live a happy and prosperous life together. And—as the story goes—Hansel and Gretel have still not touched another piece of candy.

Blue, green , pink and red gems lay on top of a small round table

The End

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