The tale of the secret library

Meeting the witch (or should i say canabal )

" Gretel! Let's go inside!" Hansel looked adorable, with syrup all over his plump face .
We quietly go inside, in case there was someone here(which I know there is ).
In the opening of the door, there was a large table with every dessert you can imagine . Most of the objects in the house was mainly candy . Personally , I think that this wasn't a very nice time. I don't like candy! Why did I get this book? At least I Wasn't Clara , I could have gotten something by    Shakespeare! Just the thought of it draws a shiver down my spine .
A tug of my hand wakes me out of my thoughts. Hansel pulls me to the chocolate fountain . As my eyes reach the dripping chocolate , my mouth waters . I grab a marshmallow and let the chocolate cascade around it.
After hours of running off our sugar high, we drop down to the couch to fall asleep . Little does my 'brother' know , we will be awaken by someone who is  not who they seem . still, I enjoy the little time of silence . I wish I could bring music into this little world. Obviously, I was stripped from everything I had originally, and basically was turned into Gretel. No music for me I guess!

About an hour later, a lady comes in . she had dark black hair , and light grey eyes. She looked like a creepy doll, but  of course she did . she was a witch anyway. I keep forgetting that .
"Wake up children , I won't hurt you"
Sure because that's totally why you have a huge stove and a large apatite ! Either way , my clueless brother stretches , and smiles tiredly .
"I'm sorry, we didn't know anyone lived here " my brother tries
"It's ok,  come eat what you like "
Look , I didn't want to .  I just ate after all . But I couldn't help it . my small legs walked over to a plate of soda bread . I look at my smaller brother ( who was currently stuffing his large mouth) as i eat a piece of the large loaf .

The lady didn't stop us until it was long after dark . She walked us to a little bed and told us it was time to rest . Oblivious, my brother jumped in bed . I slowly followed , terrified . she closed the heavy wooden door , that I didn't notice before . As much as I was thinking , I didn't even notice that i had fallen asleep .

The sun was barely seeping through the window when i was woken up . My brother was gone, without trace.
I heard whispers from the kitchen, probably from the witch. They were cold and brittle. Almost aluminum like, with a light chuckle here and there . She was listing words in other languages. Latin maybe?
I peeked around the corner to take a look . She was barely holding him up by the arms . He shook his head, and looked afraid. Who knew such a small boy , could look so angered? So afraid.
The witch then did exactly what she did in the original tale , she put him into the huge oven .