"Gretel!" he shouted, hustling after her. He watched her dress bob and flutter behind her, as if he were chasing down a wild animal rather than his own sister. "Gretel! I'm sorry! Come back!" He pleaded with a hoarse voice, but it would fall on deaf ears. Gretel was spurred on by something else. It wasn't like Hansel, who didn't want to lose his only family in the world. No, this was something more primal.
She was hungry.
She wasn't hungry in the sense of having skipped lunch and was getting seconds for dinner. Gretel was starving, malnourished, and was truly skin and bones. She had always been hungry growing up, and while Hansel did try to give her a fair share of the meager bread-a-day meal, she never experienced fullness. What that kindly stranger told her awakened something primal in Gretel. It was an instinct. A dire need to act now. You may be wondering what the stranger told Gretel...
"You shall never know hunger again... If you come to me at my home..."
That one phrase alone made was the fire in Gretel's pace. Hansel could only just keep up. Eventually, he lost her at a street corner, and was left trailing after her through alley, after alley, after alley. Hansel may have been short, but he was not nearly as small as Gretel, who dipped and squeezed through mouse-holes, or so it seemed to Hansel. By the time Hansel finally caught up, he caught a glimpse of his sister before a door shielded her from his sights. Hansel hurried as fast as he could, but it was far too late... The door closed and the locking of the bolt behind it sealed Gretel within. Tired, out of breath, and filled with Dread, Hansel collapsed under the window of Gretel's kidnapper...
But he was not down and out yet. He saw a light flicker on the ground from the window above and desperately tried to see through the window. After dragging over a wooden crate, hed peeked over the window and gasped at the sight.
Food. An entire banquet of food laid out on a table, filled to the brim with sweetmeats, desserts, and even a full pitcher of milk. standing on a chair at the had of it was Gretel, feasting away like a rabid animal. The young child feasted, and feasted, and feasted, making Hansel's own belly growl at the sight. He helped himself to a piece of hard-bread for the time being, and watched on, fearing the worst but growing steadily jealous...
Soon, a figure passed in front of the window, making Hansel duck out of sight. When he looked back inside, he saw a kindly, extravagantly dressed woman. She set at the table a platter of cakes like the one Gretel had before. She took a large bite from one and quickly stuffed the rest down her greedy gullet. Hansel simply watched his sister as the woman disappeared from the room. Hansel assumed that she had to get full at some point... Yet, she did not skip a single portion. When the last drop of milk dropped into her gullet, Gretel fell back into her chair. Hansel was amazed at the sight... Gretel's middle was stuffed full and round.
When the kindly woman returned, she seemed almost happy that Gretel was full. It made Hansel doubt himself a little inside. Then, as the woman gave Gretel a kindly kiss on her dirty cheek, he watched on in fear as the woman grabbed and groped his sister's belly. It was gently gropes, but it wasn't unlike the adults in the market groping a fruit. It unsettled Hansel.
Then, the woman lifted Gretel up from the chair and carried her from out of sight.
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