You've all heard the story of Hansel and Gretel. Two kids, abandoned and all they wanted was candy? 

That story is wrong. I am the witch and here is my side of the story.

It was a lovely day outside, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, it was my sister's birthday!

I was making here a lovely breakfast, as she was coming in about 30 minutes. I was making the classic english breakfast, but with a twist. You see, my sister loves humans. No not like she likes them as friends, but she likes them to eat. I was making her human sausages with a side of mushrooms, quail eggs and roasted tomatoes. She was going to love it! But at that minute I realised. I didn't have any humans! If I didn't feed my sisiter humans for breakfast, she woud be so mad at me for not giving her her favorite food on her birthday!

At that moment there were two healthy, delish young children right outside, eating candy off my house. I quickly got dressed, smeared lipstick on my face and then went outside to greet them.

"Hello dear children! I see you love candy! Come inside!" I said, pushing them gently inside. I handed the boy (especially delicious) a bowl of chocolate and the girl some gummy drops. The kids happily ate it up, but then I realised the my sister was now on her way. I quickly pushed the boy into the oven, as I needed some human for my sister, and I needed it now. But that bratty little girl said:

"HEY! DON'T TOUCH MY BROTHER!" Then pushed me into the oven! When my sister got here, she saw I was in the oven and pulled me out.

"Where is my human? Or where you trying to cook yourself for me?" She said fuming with anger.

So I sat her down and told her this exact story.