I read "Hansel & Gretel". Do you know this book? This story is famous. Please reading this bokk.
Hansel and Gretel heard their stepmother shout, "Dinner!" and came running. It was only a slice of bread, but they were starving. She thought "why did I marry a poor woodcutter?" Hansel and Gretel are so hungry. They can't sleep.
"The problem is," their stepmother was saying, "there's just not enough food for the four of us. The children will have to go." "What?" cried the poor wood cutter. "Do you have a better idea?" she sneered. The woodcutter fell silent. "Tomorrow, we"ll take hansel and Gretel deep in the forest," his wife continued, "and leave them there!"
Next day
They work up. They'er going on a lovely walk today. Hanzel squeezed Gretel's hand as they left the house, pretending they knew nothing. Stepmother didn't see him drop pebbles, one by one, behind him. The sad woodcutter walked on ahead, his head down and his shoulders hunched. "Perhaps the children should rest," said the stepmother finally. They were standing in a gloomy clearing. "You two sit here, while your father and I... um... cut some wood. "I'll make you a first," said the woodcutter.
A ghostly mist hung over the cleaming. Hansel warmed his hands by the fire.
They walked the shadowy forest.
Hansel and Gretele came back to their home. Stepmother snarled. Step mother forced Hansel and Gretel out of bed, gave them a slice of stale bread to share and marched them into the forest. Hansel's tummy was grumbling but he didn't eat his half of the bread. Instead, he crumbled it along the way to leave a second trail. Soon, the trees were so thick they vlocked out the sky. "Another lovely place for a rest," said their stepmother, cheerfully. The woodcutter sighed and made a fire. He couldn't bear to look at his children. They can follow the breadcrumbs home. But turned to see a blackbird pecking at a crumb.
Next morning
They just walk until they find the edge of the forest. All day they walked, past tall trees and spiky branches. Night fell and still they stumbled on.
At noon, they finally staggered into a clearing. There, in the distance, stood a little house. As the pair neared the house, a delicious smell wafted past. Freshly backed cakes! The walls were made from chunks of cake and the roof was glistening chocolate. "It looks scrumptious," she said, hardly believing her eyes. Even the windows smelled sweet. Hansel was tyring to bite off the toffee apple doorknocker, when the door flew open. "Aaaargh!" he yelled, as an old woman hobbled out. She was as wide as a barrel and uglier than a toad. Her bulging eyes fixed on the two children and she smiled, showing her rotten teeth. An old woman is welcome to Hansel and Gretel.
Hansel and Gretel couldn't believe their luck. In seconds, the kind woman laid out a magnificent meal for them.
Gretel wwoke up see sun streaming onto Hansel's bed. But Hansel wasn't there. "Your're just in time to help me cook," croaked the old woman, no longer smiling.
Gretel was confused. She went outside and heard her brother yelling from the shed. "Hansel! What's happened?" called Gretel. "That woman's a witch," he shouted. "She's trapped me with a spell. Now she wants to fatten me up... and eat me.
That evening, the witch hobbled over your finger," she shouted. "Show me how plump you are." She reached into the hatch and Hansel held up a twig. For days, she made poor Gretel cook enormous meals. Hansel ate every mouthful, but his twig finger never got any fatter. Hansel and gretel's plan was growing impatient. "Plump or skinny, I'm eating your brother tomorrow," she announced one evening.
By now, the witch was very annoyed. "My oven is buge," she said. "Look, even I can fit inside." And, with a puff and a pant, she clamberd in. Quick as flash, Gretel slammerd the oven doors shut. As the wicked witch frazzled in her own oven, her spell on the shed was broken.
Safe at last, Hansel and Gretel searched the witch's house for goodies. They took some jewels and a basket of snacks, than set off into the trees. Taking pity on Hansel and Gretel, the birds showed them the way home. The woodcutter was overjoined to see them. As for their stepmother- she wasn't there. She left his to live in a new brick house.
They are happy!
I want to live in cakehouse.
Daynes, K. (2005). Hansel & Gretel. London: Usborne Publishing Ltd.
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