The truth behind Hansel and Gretel

The True Tale of Hansel and Gretel



Hansel and Gretel is an old fairytale, where the witch wanted to eat the children as deliciously as Éclair.

But the truth is finally here, the witch was no witch, but it is secret they didn’t want to reveal. It starts with an envious stepmother, who was married for what feels like a year. She lived with his small family, a boy, a girl and their grandmother who was a chocolatier, so Pies and chocolate, cake and honey was the regular in every meal. Not used for the luxury the new Mama, ate ,ate, and ate, till the mirror got too small for her eyes to meet. With passing years she hated herself; with each bite she ate the hatred became more to beat. The Grandmother died of old, leaving the children to take her seat. Sweets they make, sweets they sell, but sweets they never eat.

The siblings grew fast, Gretel is lovely, Gretel is young, Gretel who no one can defeat.

The envious eyes of the once prettier woman followed, sweets in hands and poison in heart, and a soul she cares to feed.

Their Mama ate and ate, not caring of the pimples or the disease which is no longer would be healed.

Till no longer durable came a day, where Gretel tried to make her mama to reason pay.

“I love you, I don’t want to lose you, no sweets no more, I peg of you” Gretel Prayed.

But the ugly woman’s heart was white-less dark and not even there, she waited for the day where Hansel and his father went away, to trick poor Gretel, her innocent and only prey.

“I listened to reason my lovely dear” she told Gretel Smiling like hunter spotting a deer.  “Maybe if I helped you I won’t have the stomach to eat”

“Oh! Mama” said Gretel with a smile from ear to ear.

“Then light the oven my little bird, let’s celebrate the miracle that you made”

Innocent Gretel opened the oven’s door, only to be shoved from behind and witness the oven on her closed.

Gretel Yelled and cried with no avail, she was burned alive along with the pies she was going to make.

Her mama laughed and laughed and devoured what remained, pies and blood it was all the same.

Only then did the men return, to see a sister and a daughter and a woman in a scarlet grin. With the poker she was impelled by a once a loving husband and now a father with the heart of hundred dying men.

Years passed since this sorry awful tale, neighbors now elders with a known truth not wanting to share, only to make Hansel and Gretel a folklore fairytale.

But what of Hansel you say?, a young with a heavy heart and story painful to bear.

He left his miserable town; there was no longer one there, only graves to be visited and a story becoming a forbidden tale.

He went far, far away, still making sweets and chocolate to make his loneliness a bay.

Children of many ages know the man in the funny hat, and the fake smile he wears. With chocolate as his passion and weirdness in his manner, Willy Wonka became the name Hansel is called to-day.