When it was mid-day, they saw a beautiful snow-white bird sitting on a bough, which sang so delightfully that they stood still and listened to it. And when its song was over, it spread its wings and flew away before them, and they followed it until they reached a little house, on the roof of which it alighted; and when they approached the little house they saw that it was built of bread and covered with cakes, but that the windows were of clear sugar.
“We will set to work on that,” said Hansel, “and have a good meal. I will eat a bit of the roof, and you Gretel, can eat some of the window, it will taste sweet.” Hansel reached up above, and broke off a little of the roof to try how it tasted, and Gretel leant against the window and nibbled at the panes.
Then a soft voice cried from the parlor: “Nibble, nibble, gnaw, Who is nibbling at my little house?”
Me and my roommate decorated gingerbread houses today. Mine is the white one. She chose the cozy version, while I opted for fanciness (and failed). But in retrospect they look quite cute sitting on top of the bookshelf. Let’s hope they do not contain evil witches that come out at night and eat little children. That would be sort of awkward. DO YOU REMEMBER last year when me and my sisters built Gingerbread Hogsmeade?