"You must be tired dear - from all that food....let me aid you in your slumber". With that, she tucked Gretel neatly into a soft feather bed with down pillows and a nice, warm feeling to rest her new pudge. With Gretel fast asleep, the witch starts to pinch and poke and prod the sleeping child and feel all of the newly formed, marbled meat. "Much too bony - waaaay too skinny for my taste" said the witch. "I must fatten her up to huge proportions - a giant mass of billowing blubber, flaccid and sweet and juicy". With that, the witch goes off and starts cooking. The clinking and clanking of dishes, pots and pants wakes Gretel, who stretches and notices a huge night gown wrapped around her body. "Where am I?" cries Gretel.
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