This is the story of Hansel and Gretel...

There was once a woodcutter who lived in Germany. He had two children named Hansel and Gretel. They lived together in a house in the forest. During the winter the woodcutter would go deep into the forest to cut firewood. When he came home, Hansel and Gretel would take the firewood to town to sell it and buy food

There was once a woodcutter who lived in Germany. He had two children named Hansel and Gretel. They lived together in a house in the forest. During the winter the woodcutter would go deep into the forest to cut firewood. When he came home, Hansel and Gretel would take the firewood to town to sell it and buy food. 

"Good-bye, children,” said the woodcutter. “I am going to cut firewood. I will come home tonight for dinner.”

"Good-bye, father,” said Hansel and Gretel. And they waved as their father walked away.

Dinner time came and the woodcutter did not come home.

“Where is father?” asked Gretel

" I don’t know,” said Hansel, “but we won’t eat dinner until he comes home.” They waited and waited and waited. They waited so long they fell asleep.

When they woke up, the sun was shining through the windows.

“Oh no!” said Hansel. “Father did not come home! Something must have happened. We must go look for him.” 

They packed some bread to eat and walked into the woods.

“Wait, Hansel. How will we find our way home?” asked Gretel.

“Uhh… Oh! We will make a route painting a drawing on each tree, which will help us remember the path that will show us how to get home,” said Hansel.

"Good idea,” Gretel said. They walked for hours and hours and hours.

 " I am getting hungry,” said Hansel.

“Yes, and I am getting cold too,” said Gretel. “It is getting late. Maybe we should go home. Maybe father is waiting there for us.”

"Yes, maybe he is. Let’s go home,” Hansel agreed.

But, when they turned around to go home, they noticed that the drawings on the trees had disappeared and they did not know which way to go.

“Oh no!” said Gretel. “Our drawings are gone! How will we find our way home?” 

“The heavy rain must have faded all the drawings,” said Hansel. They walked and walked and walked...

Finally, they saw smoke coming from a chimney.

“It must be father!” The children cried, and they ran to that house. But the smoke was not their father’s. 

It was a magical house. Its walls were made of cookies, its roof was made of peppermint, and the doors were made of chocolate, and they began to eat the house.

 What Hansel and Gretel didn’t know was that inside the house lived a wicked fairy. While Hansel was busy eating, the fairy opened the door and grabbed him.