FROM GRETEL’S JOURNAL

What if Gretel of Hansel and Gretel fame kept a diary? Let’s pretend she did, and then let’s pretend she wrote the entry below.

Well, diary, that was a near disaster. The witch caught me writing in you! She asked what mischief I was making. So I quick thought and told her I was writing down recipe ideas for baked boy. I know, stupid. But not as stupid as the witch. She BELIEVED me and tottered off cackling. I don’t know how much longer we can keep fooling her with the chicken bone substitute for Hansel’s finger, even if she is really stupid. She grows impatient. My charcoal stub is wearing down to nothing, diary. I’ll have to sneak a new piece from the oven. The oven. Hmm, I wonder.