“Just give me the ointment and I’ll take care of it.”
What’s this? The reaction is weird.
When I squinted my eyes, Hansel ducked his head avoiding my gaze.
It was obvious that he was hiding something.
I was going to ask what you were hiding, but Gretel shouted in a cheerful voice.
“Witch! Gretel, you’re already this swollen!”
Gretel, who climbed on the roof of the cookie house, sat at the end of the roof and waved her hand at me.
Oh, my God. When did it go up there?
I shouted in a surprise.
“It’s dangerous there, Gretel! Come on down!”
“It’s okay! Gretel, I’ve cleaned the roof often!”
It’s hard for an adult to clean the roof, and that’s how a kid did it?
It was absurd and absurd. I’m sure that’s what my stepmother told me to do.
‘I should have scolded you more.’
Or hang it upside down and hit your butt to the point of fire.
Or you can pull out all the hair to make it look like you’re losing hair.
“Witch, do you want me to break the chimney?”
I was reliving my appetite, regretting not being able to scold my stepmother more, and Gretel called me back loudly.
By the way, a witch. We need to fix that name first.
It was okay because I didn’t have ears to listen to now, but it was difficult to do that when I went to a crowded place later.
I’m just advertising that I’m a witch. It needed to be corrected.
“Gretel, can you come here?”
“Yes!”
Gretel skillfully came down from the roof and ran in front of me.
“Guys, listen to me from now on.”
I looked at Gretel and Hansel and said,
“From now on, don’t call me a witch, but call me Eel.”
“You can’t do that.”
Hansel immediately denied it.
“How dare we call your honor?”
Second of all, I was speechless at the absurd extreme respect of respect, which is not like a child.
“Well, don’t call me that.”
I opened my mouth again soon and shook my hand with a slight blush.
“I’m not that great a man to be respected.”
“No, the witch is great!”
Gretel held her hands tightly together and twinkled her eyes.
“Gretel wants to grow up and be like a witch! No, I’ll be a great man like a witch!”
Ahhhhh, please stop!
Gretel was the one who spoke, but why is it my responsibility to be ashamed?
I shouted loudly covering my red cheeks.
“Oh, call me E-L anyway. This is an order.”
“What about you?”
Gretel tilted her face and asked cutely.
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Fantasy***FOR OFFLINE PURPOSES*** Author: Soreumidang Adapted & Illustrated by: Gyuni I'm the Gingerbread House witch! I possessed Yielle Frank, the witch from Hansel and Gretel! I didn't want to die like in the original story, so I took good care of the c...
