Here for the first time is the truth about Hansel and Gretel, and the first of many twisted tales I have collected over many years and from many places.
One night a very, very, very long time ago I happened upon a small village near Hanau, Germany. This was during one of my jaunts around Europe to see what kind of chaos I could cause. I entered a small dark inn located near the outskirts of the village. I took my rest in a far corner of the room, my back to the wall to "assess" the surroundings. They were very typical for the time, plain basic wood tables with benches, a few smaller tables with roughly hewn chairs, central fire for warmth, and a basic bar with stools near the front of the inn. There were stairs as well that led up to quarters for travelers. Very few candles, which is fine by me as I prefer the dark. The inn floor was strewn with hay and sweet almond to lessen the stench of unbathed men and beasts.
As I was making these observations a serving wench made her w…
One night a very, very, very long time ago I happened upon a small village near Hanau, Germany. This was during one of my jaunts around Europe to see what kind of chaos I could cause. I entered a small dark inn located near the outskirts of the village. I took my rest in a far corner of the room, my back to the wall to "assess" the surroundings. They were very typical for the time, plain basic wood tables with benches, a few smaller tables with roughly hewn chairs, central fire for warmth, and a basic bar with stools near the front of the inn. There were stairs as well that led up to quarters for travelers. Very few candles, which is fine by me as I prefer the dark. The inn floor was strewn with hay and sweet almond to lessen the stench of unbathed men and beasts.
As I was making these observations a serving wench made her w…