[ WP ] Write about a fairy tale from the eyes of the misunderstood villain .

I had always loved the bright colors and the sweet aroma of candy. And I wanted to live in a house that reflected my personality - cheerful and whimsical. In hindsight, building my abode out of sweets probably was not a very smart idea. 
 
 A month after I had finally completed construction, I noticed bits of sugar crumbling off the ceiling. I fetched my ladder from the shed and climbed up to the roof. Alas, what should I see but two children eating my Laffy Taffy roof tiles! 
 
 They told me that they were brother and sister, that their names were Hansel and Gretel, and that their mean stepmother had abandoned them in the woods. They looked so very thin, and I took great pity on them. I urged them to climb down from the roof and to go inside. 
 
 I made them each a hearty bowl of cabbage and mutton stew. However, Hansel would not even try the stew. Instead, he kept trying to eat the Neco Wafer walls. I tried to restrain him, but he would bite me and break free. I had no choice but to lock him in the rabbit cage. He would have destroyed my house if I had n't caged him. 
 
 For the next several days, I had to force Hansel to eat cabbage and mutton stew. He only wanted to eat candy. I tried to reason with him, explaining that candy was not healthy, that candy would rot his teeth, and that eating the walls would destroy my house. But the boy was stubborn and would not listen to reason. 
 
 I continued forcing Hansel to eat cabbage and mutton stew for the next month. In that time, he gained back weight. He was no longer skin and bones. I joked that he was eating me out of house and home and that I should eat him now that he had fattened up. I also joked that I was going broke with so many mouths to feed and that I should send Hansel and Gretel back to their stepmother. In truth though, I would never have sent them back. The children had grown on me. They had brought laughter and joy to my life and my home. 
 
 One day, I was experimenting with a new dish - cabbage and mutton casserole. As I was putting the casserole into the oven, Gretel pushed me into the oven and shut the door. I guess Gretel feared being sent back to her stepmother and did not realize I had just been joking. I realize now that I should not have made such jokes.
