FROM THE TRUE STORY OF THE WICKED WITCH

You know that old story of Hansel and Gretel, the fairy tale told to unsuspecting little children? The one that has Hansel and Gretel meet up with a supposed wicked witch who acts all sweet and nice until she tries to eat them?

Well, that isn’t exactly what happened.

First of all, Hansel and Gretel weren’t kids. Not even close.

And the bread crumb thing? It was actually a picnic designed to seduce.

Oh, and that whole wicked witch thing? Witches aren’t wicked. Not at all. Witches are misunderstood, often very sexy, and always sensual women that people just don’t take time to really get to know.

What about the “eating them” thing you ask? Well, there’s eating and then there’s eating, if you get my drift.

How do I know all this?

Well, I was there.

Yes I was.

And I’m here to tell you the truth about those two. It’s time someone set the record straight. Not just about Hansel and Gretel, but also about that Red Riding person and Glenda the so-called Good Witch in Oz. Glenda’s my sister and you want to hear about a piece of work? Well she’s definitely one. But that’s a story for another time. For now, grab yourself a cup of coffee, pull up a chair and I’ll tell you the true story of the witch who wasn’t so wicked at all.

My name is Molly, and I’m a witch.

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