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A boy and girl find a gingerbread house while lost in the woods.

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A beastly stepmother. A magical gingerbread house and of course a wicked witch. Where will Hansel and Gretel's adventures take them? If you are looking for a great story to help teach your little one about being resilient, resourceful and sticking together to overcome challenges, this is the perfect fairy tale for you.  Our retelling of Hansel and Gretel focuses on themes of not trusting strangers (even if they treat you nicely), survival, bravery and deception with a happy ending.  Hansel and Gretel is a classic German fairy tale, made famous by the Brothers Grimm in their collection of Grimm’s Fairy Tales published in 1812. It quickly became a timeless tale that captured the imaginations of generations. 

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They lay still until the grownups were asleep.

As soon as it was quiet, Hansel got up, put on his coat and slipped outside—making sure not to wake anyone. The moon shone brightly, lighting up the garden.

Then, without delay, he began picking up handfuls of little white pebbles that lay on the garden path. He carried on stuffing his pockets until they were full to the brim, then returned to bed.

The next morning, there came a rap at the bedroom door.

“Up you get, you pair of lazy rats,” cried the stepmother. “You need to come with me into the wood to gather kindling for the fire. Quick, smart!”

The stepmother handed Gretel a piece of bread and said, “Take this for your lunch. It is for both of you and must last you all day, so don’t eat it all at once. You won’t get more!”

Gretel took the bread and they set out into the woods.

Hansel seemed preoccupied. Every few steps he would turn around as if looking for something. And this strange behaviour did not go unnoticed by the stepmother.

“Why do you keep dropping back and looking behind?” she snapped, clearly irritated.

“I saw a cat,” said Hansel, “and I am checking to see if it is still following us.”

“Well, hurry along child,” she said, sharply, “we don’t have time for this childish!”

Hansel was lying—he had not seen a cat.

He was staying behind to drop the white pebbles—the ones he had knowingly gathered the previous night—onto the ground behind him as he walked.

After some considerable time they reached an opening.

“Come children,” said the stepmother. “Gather some sticks and I will make us a fire. It is getting very cold and you need some rest.”

After making the fire, the stepmother said, “Sit down and rest here, children. I will return with your father once we have finished our days work,” then—without a moment’s hesitation—she scurried off.

Hansel and Gretel sat eating bread by the crackling fire. The crust had become a little stale in Gretel’s pocket, but they were too hungry to notice. After wolfing down their bread they quickly grew tired and fell fast asleep.

In fact, they fell into such a deep sleep that they did not notice the hours passing.

Several hours passed, then Gretel awoke with a start.

“It’s dark!” she cried, “and there is no sign of stepmother or father. Oh, Hansel, I am so very scared. What shall we do?”

“Fear not, dear sister,” said Hansel, “I have a cunning plan that will get us home safely.”

The full moon shone brightly in the night’s sky.

“Do you see that?” said Hansel, pointing forward.

As the light hit the path in front of them the white pebbles—that Hansel had dropped from his pockets along the journey—started to glitter and sparkle in the darkness.

“Brilliant!” cried Gretel, ‘you laid the pebbles to guide us home. Oh what a very clever brother you are.”

They walked hand-in-hand all night and reached home just before dawn the following day. Their stepmother was utterly furious to see that they had returned home safely. Her scheming plan had failed.

The following year times had not improved.

In fact—just as the stepmother had predicted—their situation had worsened greatly. It was now so desperate that only half a loaf of bread remained in the larder.

“Something must be done,” the stepmother thought to herself.

That evening, after everyone else was in bed, the stepmother stayed up to create her wicked plan.

“I’ve got it!” she said, “I’ll take them even deeper into the woods this time—I know just the place. They will surely never find their way home. A wolf will eat them both up and I will be able to live in peace and plenty.”

Hansel and Gretel’s empty, rumbling tummies had kept them awake once more. Again, they had heard everything. As before, Hansel waited until the stepmother had gone to bed and then made his way to the front door.

But, to his horror the door was locked. His heart sank as he returned to bed without a single pebble in his pocket.

Early the next morning the stepmother burst into their bedroom, yanked the children out of bed shouting, “Get dressed at once, you lazy stinking little slugs!” 

Once they were dressed she gave them a small piece of bread each—from the single remaining loaf—and they set off into the woods.

Hansel put his piece of bread in his pocket.

As they walked, he stopped every so often, broke off a few crumbs and dropped them on the ground—just as he had done with the pebbles.

As they walked, the path narrowed. The trees became thick. Very thick. So dense, in fact, that they could barely see a few yards ahead. At this point, one thing was for sure. Hansel and Gretel had never been this deep into the woods before—and they were starting to feel very frightened indeed.

“Come children,” said the stepmother. “Gather some sticks and I will make us a fire. It is getting very cold and you need some rest.”

Hansel and Gretel did as they were told and their stepmother made the fire.

“Rest here dear children” she said, with a sinister smile, “while I go and help your father. Eat your bread, then lie down and sleep for a while and we will return in the evening when our work is finished.”

Before Hansel or Gretel could reply, she was gone.

Gretel then took out her bread and offered half of it to Hansel.

“You have half, brother,” she said, “as you have scattered yours along the path to guide us home.”

They ate the bread together in front of the roaring fire, then slept. Many hours passed. Darkness fell. And still no one came to fetch them.

“It is so dark, Hansel,” she said, “and I am so scared.”

“Don’t be,” said Hansel, “my trail of breadcrumbs will easily show us the way home. We must just wait a little longer until the moon is bright and then we will set off.”

But, to their horror, there were no breadcrumbs to be found. You see—unbeknown to Hansel and Gretel—a little squirrel had been following behind them on their journey.

And no sooner had Hansel dropped a crumb than it was gobbled up by their clever, bushy-tailed companion.

“There there, dear sister,” said Hansel, placing his arm gently around her. “I’m sure we’ll find our way without any crumbs,” he said, confidently.

Hansel may have sounded confident, but he really wasn’t. Not one little bit. Truth be told, he was just as scared as Gretel inside, but he managed to kept his fears hidden to protect his sister.

Two nights and two days passed, but they failed to make it out of the wood. Now disorientated and weary from lack of food, they found themselves heading deeper and deeper into the heart of the forest.

“I see something,” cried Gretel, with delight.

Suddenly buoyed by a new burst of energy, then ran towards the house as quickly as their legs would carry them. As they approached, Gretel let out a yelp of excitement. For what stood before them was no ordinary house. 

It was a house built entirely of gingerbread and decorated ornately with the finest cakes, tarts and barley-sugars a child could imagine.

“Let us stop here and feast for a while,” mumbled Hansel—through a mouthful of gingerbread that he had just extracted from a downstairs windowsill.

She nodded and then carried on gouging great fistfuls of cake out of the doormat upon which she sat.

Suddenly, a whispering voice came from behind the front door.

“Who is eating my house?” it said, quietly.

“The wind, the wind, it’s only the wind,” replied Hansel.

The door creaked, then opened and out hobbled an old woman. She was ever so frightful to look at. Her skin glowed with a green tinge. Her nose hooked at the tip and her whole face was covered in enormous warts.

“Dear children, come close as my eyesight is very weak,” spluttered the old lady, “you are far too young to be out here in this dangerous wood all alone. Come in and stay with me for a while.”

As she spoke she seized the children by the scruff of the neck, marched them inside, and sat them at the kitchen table.

Before them lay a gigantic mound of sandwiches, buttered crumpets, steaming pancakes, fruit and nuts.

“What are you waiting for?” said the old lady, “Help yourself!”

Once their bellies were full to bursting, Hansel and Gretel were shown to a beautiful room with two little beds surrounded by white curtains. They lay down, shut their eyes and were asleep moments after their heads hit the soft, silken pillows.

This was, however, a nasty ruse. A trick. A scheming ploy by the beastly old lady.

She was not, in fact, a lady at all. She was the wickedest of all witches in the wood and she had built her house out of gingerbread as bait to snare unsuspecting children.

And once she had them under her power she would feed them until they got very fat, then boil them alive and eat them for her supper—on a special day that she liked to call feast day!

Early the next morning, the witch entered the children’s bedroom and stood over them menacingly as they slept.

“Ah, yes,” she muttered to herself as she lent over the bed and sniffed at Hansel’s face. “This one will do very nicely for feast day. Yes. Just a bit of fattening up and he will taste delicious.”

Down in the valley was a wood. Next to the wood was a cottage. And in the cottage lived a wood-cutter and his two children—a little boy named Hansel, and his sister, Gretel.

The wood-cutter was a very poor man. Work was scarce and he had fallen on very hard times. He couldn’t even earn enough to feed the family every day, so—more often than not—the children went hungry.

Despite their situation, Hansel and Gretel’s spirits remained high. They never once complained. They could see how much their father loved them and how hard he was working—even if his work brought little reward.

One evening, after the children had gone to bed, the wood-cutter sat talking to his wife next to the fire.

The woman was Hansel and Gretel’s stepmother. A simply wretched woman that was desperate to get rid of the children at the first available opportunity.

“Oh, wife,” said the wood-cutter, “I can barely support you and myself, never mind the children. What on earth are we going to do?”

“I know what to do,” she said—a wicked smile creeping onto her lips.

“Tell me, dear wife,” said the wood-cutter.

“Tomorrow morning, I will take the children deep into the wood—into the very thickest part—and leave them there for the wolves. They will then be out of our way, your wages will support us and we will be freed from this dreadful poverty.”

“Feed them to the wolves?” repeated the wood-cutter in horror, “I’ve never heard such nonsense in all my days!”

“Foolish man!” she replied, “then we will all perish. You are as well to go and cut wood for our own coffins.”

Hansel and Gretel’s empty, rumbling bellies had kept them awake. They had heard everything—especially the bit about being left out for the wolves, which had terrified both of them beyond words.

“What is going to happen to us, Hansel?” sniffed Gretel, as she wiped away a tear.

“Don’t cry, Gretel,” he whispered, “I know exactly what to do.”

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This story was originally written by the Brothers Grimm way back in 1812. 

This classic fairy tale is about two children who get lost in a forest. The poor children stumble upon a gingerbread house. The candy house belonged to an evil witch. The wicked witch disliked naughty children and she quickly thought of a plan and seized Hansel. Poor Hansel was thrown into a cage, the evil witch intent on fattening him up to eat him. Hansel's little sister, Gretel began to think of a plan. Gretel knew that if the evil witch turned her back then she could outsmart her. When the time was right Gretel pushed the evil witch into the oven. The old witch was surprised, she couldn't believe two children could trick her. Then Gretel turned and unlocked the cage, Hansel threw open the door and then Hansel sprang free. The two children returned home safely. 

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