The continuation of the bear with the biscuit face

It had been a while since I ran away from mum. It was dreadful.

I barely remembered how I came about to this world. I was dragged out of my mum's womb, battered up senselessly, before something attempted to stuff me back into the black hole when she kinda just took off with me in her arms.

It was dreadful.

All I hear after that was wailing, laughing, crying. Wailing. Laughing. Crying. Was that my mum? I could never be sure. Could be those creepy figures that were loitering around the area perhaps?

People might think that I would know how long my mum and I were in the woods, but I had no idea per se. As you could see, all I had was just an empty skull. But of course if you ask "then how come you can hear you mum's wails and laughs and cries without your brain processing and remembering the sound that was made?", well, I couldn't answer that too.  Not important anyway.

Hell knew what happen after that, I was tore apart and spilled all over and beheaded. Decapitated. It was really dark after that. I wondered why.

The earth started to vibrate. Tremble. Broke apart. Without knowing what was happening, I rose from the earth. "Yeah!" I thought. "I am alive again!" I felt a little 'big' though. I wondered why.

I felt like roaring out loud. You know, RAWR!!!... for no reason. But somehow I couldn't. My face was kinda stiff and stuck and cannot really move around you see. I wondered why.

Later, I saw a frail and pale little girl right in front of me. "RAWR!" I wanted to though I still couldn't do so. Then the urge to lift up my big, black paws (paws... PAWS?? Since when I have PAWs???) came into my stiff and stuck head to make myself dinner.

A trickling feeling came down my spine, with a cold aura of wind blowing towards my other side before anything could happen.

I was dumbfounded for that little while, staring at the frail and pale little girl. She doesn't look that 'little' after all. A pleasant yet vomit-inducing kind of aura was felt around her and for that split second, I tried to hesitate my hungry instincts. I tried to RAWR again.

And during the same split second, I gracefully did a hundred and eighty turn on my left foot and went into deeper into the forest for the night.

  ***

I sprinted and ran and jogged and walked deep, deep into the forest for the whole night. For a moment, I heard the flow of water some distance away. Feeling thirsty, I bumped myself over to the river.

I screamed. I didn't even drink the water.
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Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a woodcutter and his wife with their two children. Their children were named Hansel and Gretel. No… No… you must, must, must not let their 'popular' tale fool you. Yes they were indeed clever, crafty and sly, but not as innocent as they wanted people to believe they were. You see, the common tale spoke of them as victims of their circumstances, with them being chased away by their mum and almost got into the 'evil' hands of the witch whom built biscuit and candy houses to lure children to their 'doom'. The whole truth and the only truth couldn't be close to this propaganda they went around spreading. How true was the statement that the winners make the rules they say.

They wanted you to believe that they were cuddly and cute and innocent and kind, but in reality they were just a bunch of rascals that gave all the trouble that was possible to the poor woodcutter and his wife. How sad it was that the couple had to tolerate all of their unimaginable nonsense of torture. For the 'fun' of it they said. What a menace!

One fine day, the wood cutter's wife decided to lead them deep into the forest to prevent them from further mischief for the rest of their lives. Good riddance it must have been for a while, before the crafty twosome tracked their way back home with their pebbles dropped along the way after they were sick of playing 'Lost' for a few days. What a headache it must have been!

Well oh well… time for Plan B she thought. A strict full body search was carried out on the little rascals before they set off for their second 'journey' into the woods. No pebbles, no sticks, no markers, no nothing. Except for some bread for them to eat along the way so that they would not be starved to death so quickly and thus to provide some good source of protein for who and which need it in the forest you see. Smart Aleck those rascals were, they thought they could use the same tactic to find their way back home. Who knew that the trail of breadcrumbs left behind was eaten up by the birds and bees and the rats along the way? Now they were truly lost!

Hungry yet as crafty as ever, they went around searching for food to live another day. And one day with the sun shone as brightly as ever (though they were relatively unaffected in the forest of course), they were walking along the river to see if there are any animals around that they could slaughter and skin and feast on their meat, they came across a bear. A very unusual looking bear… one that obviously outgrown many of its own kind. The most unusual, perhaps scary, was the face. It looked pretty stiff. Round. Light brown?? A dark, dark big bear with a lightly salted brown face?

Hansel and Gretel was excited. "Oh goody! A gingerbread bear for us to eat!" Its tremendous size isn't stopping the rascals from attempting to have it for their lunch. But of course they knew that it would not be easy for the bear to fall prey to their wickedness. Plan A they did. Luring the snake out of its hole they say. "Lalala~" goes the little Gretel towards the bear. The bear ignored and minded its own business, though he doesn't seem to have one to begin with.

For the next hour, Gretel tried to get its attention with her 'melody'.

The bear looked expressionless towards the other side of the river, seemingly unaware of Gretel's existence. How funny it was if you were there to see Gretel's infuriated expression on her face.

Plan B. Hansel's turn to 'perform'. Provoking the general they say. So he armed himself with a little twig, and started poking.

For another hour, Hansel poked the bear from head to toe.

The bear turned around, with its ever-changeless expression on its stiff and stuck face.

Hansel turned boiling red.

After many failed attempts to 'trick' the bear, Hansel and Gretel got pretty fed up. And they don't look pretty at all. Outraged.

And thus the bear had its head eaten up when Hansel and Gretel pounced on it without its resistance. Tasted like cookies they said. But they left the big, black body there motionless. Doesn't look appetising to them at all. How wasteful!

They left a trail of crumbs of the bear.

And then the old witch came by. She wasn't an evil witch that Hansel and Gretel wanted us to believe she was. She's just an innocent, kind old lady everyone loved who lived in the forest. But something really upset her. No one knew what happened that made her so angry at Hansel and Gretel. Normally she would not be spotted around in the open easily you see, other then the day she was found wandering near the river where she happened to found the big, black body of the bear with it's head eaten up by the evil Hansel and Gretel lying motionless by the riverside. She screamed.

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As Hansel and Gretel were skipping their way around the forest, they bumped into a house. Literally. When they came to, they discovered it was made of cookies and cream! They were pretty full already with the bear face, so they decided to take away some fair bits of their 'share' in convenience. "Lalala~" they went as they ripped the house apart bit by bit, piece by piece, brick by brick… They sure know no end their greed.

"Hey children… Why don't both of you come in and take a seat? Don't tear down my house like that… there are more cookies inside!" The old witch came out of her house.

"Why not?" With the sly grin on their faces they followed the witch.

And so the kind old witch led them into the house and gave them some more cookies. Being as full as they were, Hansel and Gretel just nibbled on a piece of the cookie while looking around the house. Made by nothing but cookies and cream. Interesting. How did the old witch do that?

"Excuse me while I go to the kitchen to get some milk for both of you cuties."

After the old witch went into the kitchen through the kitchen door of cookies and cream, Hansel and Gretel sprang into action! They took a cookie bag nearby and pillaged the whole living room… from the cookie made jar to the cookie made clock to even the cookie made television! What a wonder they were able to carry all these out of the house!

"What a catch for the day! Right Gretel? We could sell them in the market for a ridiculous price. "

"Indeed!"

Bang!

The next moment they were trapped in a cage. Non-cookie cage of course.

"You… you… worms… How dare you!" The old witch seemed to be really mad. Really, really mad. She clutched onto her staff real hard. Mad with tears.

"But… but they are just cookies…" Came the plea from the rascals.

"It is not just about the cookies!"

***

No one really knew what happened after that. It was known however that both Hansel and Gretel managed to get out of there alive, with the cookie goodies of course. They established a publishing house with the money from the sale of the cookie goodies and printed thousands and perhaps millions of copies of books about their story. Their own malicious version of course, to mask their wrongdoings and make themselves both the victim and victor of their circumstances. No one knew what really happened to the witch though, as she could have been baked alive in her own oven as described by their version of the story.

It doesn't matter anymore.