The Bizarre Nexus of the Fairy Tales


  They galloped down a hill that had a very familiar house at the bottom.  On a sign out front it said,  �Wicked witch of the cardinal direction I�m not sure of!�  They were surprised it was not yet another pie lady�s house, but that of a wicked witch.  It was made of millions of candies and treats.  Peppermint grass as the lawn, candy cane lawn ornaments, toffee shingles, peanut brittle walls, a little mint doorbell, and a lot of other sweets.  The house looked like something Marcel had seen in a fairy tale. 
  They walked up to the door to possibly get some candy, and Marcel rang the mint doorbell (sneaking a lick!).
  �Helloooooo!� sang a pleasant voice from inside.  The honey graham door swung open to reveal a grotesque elderly women.  She had boils and other facial imperfections.  Her face was also green!  She was wearing a black cape and dress, and on her head sat a pointy hat.  She was most certainly the witch the sign was referring to.
  �Hello kind sir!� the women snorted.
  �Hello.  I am Marcel and these are the flonkers.�
  �Oh dear!  Please come in!�  said the hideous witch again.  They walked into the house.   They heard a tiny little voice from the other room saying, �help!�
  �What was that?� asked Marcel and the flonkers.  They walked toward the other room.
  �Don�t go in there!� shrieked the hideous witch.  They reached the room and saw two little children in a bird cage.  Marcel then realized what this house was from.  The fairy tale Hansel and Gretel.  He opened the cage with the keys on the wall, and then got whacked on the head with the witch�s broom.
  �Just for that, I�ll turn you all into a blueberry pie,� she shrieked.  She pulled out her wand and sent a spell toward Marcel.  He dodged the spell, it hit a mirror, and was sent back towards the witch.  �Ahhhh!� she screamed.  Poof!  With a big puff of smoke, the witch turned into a pie. 
  This journey, for some reason or another, involved a high amount of pie mishaps.
  �Thank you for saving us,� said Hansel and Gretel.  They all walked away from the crime scene of the insane witch of the cardinal direction she was to dumb to know.  On their way out of the house, they stole some candy lawn ornaments.




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