Those two came to me, unfed and unloved

As they always are.

 

They ate bits of my house

and thought I would ask nothing in return.

Silly children of the woods.

 

The problem with children is that they grow

and start having ideas of their own.

 

Their parents leave them and they come to me.

And I,

I sacrifice my life for their happiness.

I fill their stomachs, I pretend to be nice.

I give them everything they ask.

 

For some time.

 

Then I give them my price.

Human flesh. Baked.

 

Why the surprise? I´m a witch, after all.

 

Oh my, this oven is so small!

Would someone put out the fire, please?

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