My mind’s take on Hansel and Gretel,
A Twisted Tale
Two little siblings
One plump and one frail
Went out for a walk
Leaving crumbs as a trail
The crumbs were a path
To lead the way home
But the birds ate the crumbs
And they were lost and alone
They stopped at a house
Made of cookies and pie
To quick ask directions
And then say goodbye
But the old witch that lived there
She threw them in a pot
And hung them over the fire
Until the water got hot
She cooked them up long
And seasoned them right
And ate them for dinner
That very night.
~ A.D.Trosper
There is a reason I don’t write stories for children. I would end up giving them nightmares.
