Dear Sir
By YoursTruly
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Dear Sir,
They were five years old when they arrived at my door.
There hadn’t been much to either of your twins—only skin colored to an unhealthy shade of olive snow with their bones jutting out of their torn clothing; I had thought that they were skeletons who had come along for a visit in my cottage.
Immediately, like any good woman would do, I ushered them inside and gave them permission to feed on whatever they so desired from my kitchen and my pantry. It was quite horrendous to see them eat, though; like savages who had never tasted soup or bread before but were so fascinated by the sight that the both of them could not resist selfishly devouring every drop and crumb from my stores.
They ignored my warnings to eat slowly, lest either of them get hurt in the process, continuing to scramble from one sliver of any edible item to the next. Of course I would have hated to see either one of them spewing their stomachs onto my floors in their haste to appease their appetite, but thankfully, I didn’t have to.
Your children were relatively thoughtful in holding down their meals for me and my mop.
But what an appetite they had, sir! They nearly ate the entirety of my house away with their greedy bellies and tongues, snacking every minute of they could lay their hands upon something edible.I admit that it was relieving to see that they could appear as youths; an image much more noticeable after several weeks of enriching their initial mummified states. It would have been quite…unappetizing…to have two corpses in my home, and an embarrassment to my name if they remained so sickly.
With my hands, I provided comfort and constant devotion for these precious darlings. Their skin and bones frames had plumped neatly into the shapes and postures of normal and perfectly healthy human beings. Their flaxen hair had spun into gold before my eyes in the time that they stayed in my home.
Gretel’s cheeks became so peach-rose pink, and I could have sworn that the blush she wore with pride when a villager passed by and commented on her flourishing beauty, had been permanent. They had always said that she had had a saccharine disposition; sweeter than the honey that she enjoyed drizzling over her breakfasts in copious amounts—a very true statement, if I may say.
Hansel, of course, could have passed for a prince with the looks that he had grown into. Though both of your children’s hair had grown into thick ropes of silk, your son’s hair had been the only one I had been permitted to shear—as per his request. Trimmed to his neck and neatly tied back with the ribbon I provided for his use, Hansel was so strikingly dashing that I constantly wondered if it had been your doing, sir, to make him look good enough to eat.
I’m afraid that, after several weeks of watching them cultivate into lovely children, with quite deliciously proportioned figures—I became rather hungry myself.
Now, sir, you must agree that everything that is taken from someone always has to be given back. It has to be paid off with work and in time, the debt will be returned in full amount with something a little extra as perhaps a form of appeasement.
Oh, do not fret, sir—there is no debt that your children have accumulated that has not already been cleared. They have worked hard for me,
nourishing their bodies back into the semblances of my food and given me what is my due.
Quite tastily.
With many thanks,
The Witch
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Dear Sir,
They were five years old when they arrived at my door.
There hadn’t been much to either of your twins—only skin colored to an unhealthy shade of olive snow with their bones jutting out of their torn clothing; I had thought that they were skeletons who had come along for a visit in my cottage.
Immediately, like any good woman would do, I ushered them inside and gave them permission to feed on whatever they so desired from my kitchen and my pantry. It was quite horrendous to see them eat, though; like savages who had never tasted soup or bread before but were so fascinated by the sight that the both of them could not resist selfishly devouring every drop and crumb from my stores.
They ignored my warnings to eat slowly, lest either of them get hurt in the process, continuing to scramble from one sliver of any edible item to the next. Of course I would have hated to see either one of them spewing their stomachs onto my floors in their haste to appease their appetite, but thankfully, I didn’t have to.
Your children were relatively thoughtful in holding down their meals for me and my mop.
But what an appetite they had, sir! They nearly ate the entirety of my house away with their greedy bellies and tongues, snacking every minute of they could lay their hands upon something edible.I admit that it was relieving to see that they could appear as youths; an image much more noticeable after several weeks of enriching their initial mummified states. It would have been quite…unappetizing…to have two corpses in my home, and an embarrassment to my name if they remained so sickly.
With my hands, I provided comfort and constant devotion for these precious darlings. Their skin and bones frames had plumped neatly into the shapes and postures of normal and perfectly healthy human beings. Their flaxen hair had spun into gold before my eyes in the time that they stayed in my home.
Gretel’s cheeks became so peach-rose pink, and I could have sworn that the blush she wore with pride when a villager passed by and commented on her flourishing beauty, had been permanent. They had always said that she had had a saccharine disposition; sweeter than the honey that she enjoyed drizzling over her breakfasts in copious amounts—a very true statement, if I may say.
Hansel, of course, could have passed for a prince with the looks that he had grown into. Though both of your children’s hair had grown into thick ropes of silk, your son’s hair had been the only one I had been permitted to shear—as per his request. Trimmed to his neck and neatly tied back with the ribbon I provided for his use, Hansel was so strikingly dashing that I constantly wondered if it had been your doing, sir, to make him look good enough to eat.
I’m afraid that, after several weeks of watching them cultivate into lovely children, with quite deliciously proportioned figures—I became rather hungry myself.
Now, sir, you must agree that everything that is taken from someone always has to be given back. It has to be paid off with work and in time, the debt will be returned in full amount with something a little extra as perhaps a form of appeasement.
Oh, do not fret, sir—there is no debt that your children have accumulated that has not already been cleared. They have worked hard for me,
nourishing their bodies back into the semblances of my food and given me what is my due.
Quite tastily.
With many thanks,
The Witch