Calling Pirhoebeta..........................A Twist in the tale.:P

Now that you mentioned the Hansel and Gretel story, I came across this twist in the tale by a S.A. author.

Narrated by Gretel.


" I was alone, for a short time, while Hansel went outside to play with his new collection of pearls, rich rubies, diamonds and other jewels.I wanted to make sure she was dead. When I opened the oven door, I found her, the tough old bird, already overcooked, but still tempting.And I thought. Just a nibble, a suck. After all she was going to eat Hansel. She tasted burnt, but her skin crackled pleasurably on my tongue, and I chewed delicately as her once-solid flesh became mine.

At home there was much rejoicing, and we three settled into a comfortable life, no one mentioning our stepmother.Then Father sickened and died. The doctor said it was an extreme case of heartburn. I convinced Hansel that a cremation would be less expensive. Now that he was wealthy, he hated to spend any of our ill-gotten gains."

Continued..............................................

" It's funny how having lot's of money can make a man stingy. He found pleasure in playing with his jewels, but he hated converting them into hard cash and spending the stuff, even on food.

I said it would be cheaper if I burnt father myself. Hansel left me to it, and I held back a thigh, to roast and season at my leisure. That hit the spot.

Without father to bind us, Hansel and I drifted apart. I saw him watching our neighbor all the time, a moronic girl, alaways asking Hansel to help her get rid of mice, tweaking my nose as if we were friends.

Hansel and I divided the remaining loot, with him taking the lion's share, I didn't care. I needed to move out but I went back to her gingerbread house, threw out her ashes, put potpourri in all the rooms, and restored the place to it's former scrumptious glory. I took up cake-baking to cover my living costs, to keep me entertained and busy.

We wait, the always warm oven and me. To hear some stray small person's juicy-pink lips, someone's lickable white milk teeth nibbling at my chocolate windows. "


The End...............................

some really weird dudes out there.....:

The story by The Grimms:( brothers in 1812 has a degree of cannibalism about it. Or was it merely a tale to frighten the kids not to talk to strangers or stray too deep in the woods etc. Like a bit of the Red Riding Hood story, who's afraid of the big bad wolf.:X

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hansel_and_Gretel

May have originated in the period of The Great Famine when people were desperate and did some unholy deeds.



Thank God for small mercies today.

mikesack Wrote:

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> The story by The Grimms:( brothers in 1812 has a
> degree of cannibalism about it. Or was it merely a
> tale to frighten the kids not to talk to strangers
> or stray too deep in the woods etc. Like a bit of
> the Red Riding Hood story, who's afraid of the big
> bad wolf.:X
>
> en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hansel_and_Gretel
>
> May have originated in the period of The Great
> Famine when people were desperate and did some
> unholy deeds.
>
>
>
> Thank God for small mercies today.

Fairy Tales....I believe were all based on a truth....or a perception thereof....only became fairy tales in the Victorian ages IMO...they were the CI (Criminal Investigations) of their day....