The Truth Be Told
There is a tale that you have heard, written by two brothers. The tale is false in the way it was told. The tale is about two siblings, a brother and his sister who were lost in the woods.
The tale I am about to share with you is the opposite of what you were told, but the truth.
The two children were not lost in the woods because they lost their way, they were led into the woods by their parents to be left there because they were not very good children. The children were insolent, greedy and mean. The parents were glad to be rid of them. It was my misfortune to attempt to help them.
My name is Miss Klaus, and I’m sure you have heard I was a witch. Nothing can be further from the truth, which is the reason for this story. As I said before I found the children wandering in the woods. Their story was that they were lost, I later found out their parents abandoned them on purpose.
I took them to my home to take care of them and hopefully return them to their home. I fed them, cared for them even gave
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them candy as much as they wanted. When I told them they couldn’t have any more candy because it would upset their stomachs things got weird. They began whispering to themselves and giving me funny looks kids being kids was my thoughts on the looks they were giving me. In hind sight I should have thrown them out of my house then and there.
The boy’s name was Hansel, the girl’s Gretel. It was late so I told them it was time for bed and in the morning we would set out to find their home and return them to their parents who must be worried sick about them, again the strange looks from the kids, again me not thinking too much of it. Boy, was I wrong!
It was a cold night so the oven door was left open for warmth. During the night the children woke me from my slumber to tell me they may know how to get back to their house. We were standing by the stove for the heat while talking. The girl told me she could see the way home by looking into the fire. They being children I thought to humor her and go along with the idea she could see her home in the fire. She told me to look closer and when I did she and her brother tried to push me into the fire. After the attempt failed they ran away into the woods some
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woodsmen found them and the children told them I was a witch who tried to cook and eat them. The woodsmen came to my house full of rage with murder on their minds. I heard them coming and with all the shouting I could hear there was no mistaking their intent. I thought that I must hide from them until they calmed down. I tore my dress and put one end into the stove to give the impression that I had tripped and fell into the stove and burned to death. It worked they left. The next day I went to find the parents of the kids and get to the bottom of this and clear my name.
The parents told me the truth about how the children came to be lost in the woods, but would tell no one else because of the way it made them look like bad parents, what an understatement.
So the tale was told with me being a wicked witch. I must live with that, but you who gets the chance to read this will know the truth. Wish I could reach the two brothers who wrote the tales, what were their names, Green, Gleam or was it Grimm I really don’t know. It’s my hope that the truth will get out. I’m not a witch just an old lonely woman who lives in a gingerbread house.
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There is a tale that you have heard, written by two brothers. The tale is false in the way it was told. The tale is about two siblings, a brother and his sister who were lost in the woods.
The tale I am about to share with you is the opposite of what you were told, but the truth.
The two children were not lost in the woods because they lost their way, they were led into the woods by their parents to be left there because they were not very good children. The children were insolent, greedy and mean. The parents were glad to be rid of them. It was my misfortune to attempt to help them.
My name is Miss Klaus, and I’m sure you have heard I was a witch. Nothing can be further from the truth, which is the reason for this story. As I said before I found the children wandering in the woods. Their story was that they were lost, I later found out their parents abandoned them on purpose.
I took them to my home to take care of them and hopefully return them to their home. I fed them, cared for them even gave
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them candy as much as they wanted. When I told them they couldn’t have any more candy because it would upset their stomachs things got weird. They began whispering to themselves and giving me funny looks kids being kids was my thoughts on the looks they were giving me. In hind sight I should have thrown them out of my house then and there.
The boy’s name was Hansel, the girl’s Gretel. It was late so I told them it was time for bed and in the morning we would set out to find their home and return them to their parents who must be worried sick about them, again the strange looks from the kids, again me not thinking too much of it. Boy, was I wrong!
It was a cold night so the oven door was left open for warmth. During the night the children woke me from my slumber to tell me they may know how to get back to their house. We were standing by the stove for the heat while talking. The girl told me she could see the way home by looking into the fire. They being children I thought to humor her and go along with the idea she could see her home in the fire. She told me to look closer and when I did she and her brother tried to push me into the fire. After the attempt failed they ran away into the woods some
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woodsmen found them and the children told them I was a witch who tried to cook and eat them. The woodsmen came to my house full of rage with murder on their minds. I heard them coming and with all the shouting I could hear there was no mistaking their intent. I thought that I must hide from them until they calmed down. I tore my dress and put one end into the stove to give the impression that I had tripped and fell into the stove and burned to death. It worked they left. The next day I went to find the parents of the kids and get to the bottom of this and clear my name.
The parents told me the truth about how the children came to be lost in the woods, but would tell no one else because of the way it made them look like bad parents, what an understatement.
So the tale was told with me being a wicked witch. I must live with that, but you who gets the chance to read this will know the truth. Wish I could reach the two brothers who wrote the tales, what were their names, Green, Gleam or was it Grimm I really don’t know. It’s my hope that the truth will get out. I’m not a witch just an old lonely woman who lives in a gingerbread house.
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