Gretel Truth is they weren’t twins, she was older by years and he was sickly; she overheard their weak-minded woodcutter father, and that nasty shrew he married; she collected pebbles that first night and lead her brother home; she saved her own bread the next time to make a crumbly trail; she was the one who found the bone and made her brother show it to the witch; she pushed the old hag into the oven, and unlocked the cage doors so Hansel could get out. She was the one who stuffed their pockets with treasure and coaxed the birds to show them the way home.
I always loved this story, and not just because I'm a fan of dessert.
but i want to give credit where it's due. :)
okay, i love the first couplet…i’ve got twins (boy and a girl), and everyone always assumes she’s the youngest because she’s smaller. truth is, she’s the oldest (by a minute) and a serious scrapper 🙂 i don’t think it’s an accident that you hit on this truth…you do such a lovely job of giving agency to your female subjects
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