Hansel and Gretel

Hansel dropped pebbles. I kept my wits. Second time? Breadcrumbs and birds and bad luck. We found a house made of sweets, and yeah—it nearly ate us. But we learned something: fear’s a good teacher, but anger’s a better weapon. I shoved her in the oven. He stayed plump. We both survived. And now? We’re not afraid of the dark anymore.