Hansel: A Short Story

Once upon a time, I was sitting in my rocking chair when I hear nibbling on my house. I go outside and see who’s outside. I see two children eating at my house. I ask them what they are doing.
“Our stepmother left us in the woods with no food. I am Hansel and my sister’s name is Gretel,” explained the boy.
“Well that doesn’t give you the right to eat my house,” I say.
I take them into my house for the night. In the morning I make them pancakes, I am being nothing but friendly to them. Even though I could use magic if I wanted to, but I wanted the children to help fix the house because they are the ones who broke it. When I take Hansel into the basement to get supplies to fix my house he tries to escape because apparently witches eat children,

“He is getting the supplies to fix the house.” I say back to her.
“I don’t believe you!” she yells
“Just clean the oven,” I say.
After Gretel and I started to clean the oven Hansel came to where we were standing with a bag of sugar.
“Get out of there Gretel the witch is going to eat you!” He yelled.
Gretel got out of the oven and shut the door on me. She must have thought the oven was on because she said to Hansel that I would die. I let them think that I was dying so that they would leave me alone. They took my house apart to take the food home. I used my magic to make the food disappear after seven hours. Once the were out of sight I got out of the oven, packed up my stuff, and moved far away from those woods and away from those children. We all lived happily ever after. Well I lived somewhat happily ever after I had to find a new place to live. No one wants a witch to be their neighbor, they think I’m going to eat their children, but as I said I don’t eat children. Well that’s the end of my story.
THE END
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