Next to a great forest there lived a poor woodcutter with his wife and his two children. The boy's name was Hansel and the girl's name was Gretel. The woodcutter had but little to eat, and once, when a great famine came to the land, he could no longer provide even their daily bread. One evening as he was lying in bed worrying about his problems, his two children hatched a plan to find food. And as soon as the adults had fallen asleep that night, Hansel and Gretel got up, pulled on their jackets, opened the lower door, and crept outside. The moon was shining brightly, and the white pebbles in front of the house were glistening like silver coins. Hansel and Gretel snuck off into the forest in search of food. After the full moon had come up, Hansel took his little sister by the hand. They followed the pebbles that glistened there like newly minted coins, showing them the way through the forest. They walked throughout the entire night. Unfortunately for these naive little goyim, a dropfag had wandered into the forest and climbed a tall oak tree. With a demonic grin, its sequined dress and glittered face shone in the moonlight, it's dildo suit rustling against the branches of the great oak. As Hansel and Gretel passed underneath the dropfag, it fell from the majestic oak, snatched the children up, and ran off to its fag nest to groom the children. The woodcutter and his wife never saw their children again. The end.