“Where? I see no squirrels! I see no dancing!” their mother exclaimed, now confused and distracted, giving Hansel time to catch up. “Oh, hurry on up. We only need to
travel a little bit further,” their mother grumbled.
“Where are we going, Mother?” Hansel asked. With no response, the children’s worst nightmares were confirmed. Their mother was going to leave them in the forest.
Hansel dropped another rock. Gretel heard it fall.
They traveled for a while, Hansel occasionally dropping stones, until they reached a small clearing. Their mad mother ordered Hansel and Gretel to sit on a dead log.
“I am going to gather wood. Stay here, and I will come back for you shortly,” she lied.
The children stayed seated, reluctantly. They waited and waited AND waited, but their mother never returned for them.
“Where? I see no squirrels! I see no dancing!” their mother exclaimed, now confused and distracted, giving Hansel time to catch up. “Oh, hurry on up. We only need to
travel a little bit further,” their mother grumbled.