RedRed November 3, 2007 Word count: 685.Red
The story does not start the way that you think it does. They never do. I went into the forest with Gretel, entranced by Hansel’s stories of faeries, wood sprites and walking trees. I was the youngest of us three; I was a small child with dark hair and saucer-like eyes. Being older and the more knowledgeable children of a woodcutter, they demanded that I pretend to be the hungry beast chasing after them. I was to count to thirty and then follow after. If I couldn’t find them, I would be lost in the woods and eaten by the wolves, as I deserved. If I didn’
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