Neither white pebble-stones
Nor crumbs of bread were left as a trail
For them to be led along crooked old trees
Looking like twisted shapes of the dead
Then they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough
It flew away and they followed it
Until it alighted on the roof of a little house
Constructed of gingerbread and confectionery
So heavenly!
They began to eat
Then a soft voice cried from the parlor:
"Nibble, nibble, gnaw
Is it a mouse nibbling at my little house?"
And the children answered:
"It's the wind, the heaven-born wind,"
And went on eating without disturbing themselves
It was as if the house moved
And in the moment
The little white bird on the rooftop
Yeaaaarrgh
Made a horrible shriek
Instead a black crow flew away over the trees
Gretel dropped the cake she held
She fell down on her knees
Began to cough up blood and threw up her delicious meal
She couldn't breathe
Chocking and chewing on the guts
Spewing from her mouth
Gretel bled from eyes and her ears and her nose
She was bleeding like a pig
Until she dropped dead!
The skies turned red instantly
While the candy cottage
Transformed into a huge festering ulcer
The stench of old blood and black pus...
Mmm... Ahhh...
Sugar and cake turned into decomposed flesh
Crawling with flies, maggots, and snakes
This process of decay seemed quickly to spread
It crawled over life and left it for dead
Hansel took a few steps back
He decided to turn around, to run away and then...
He looked straight into the face of a witch
She whispered a spell, crafted in hell:
"Nibble, nibble, gnaw
Hansel! I will eat your lifeless flesh
Still warm... but raw"
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