That evening, the witch hobbled over to Hansel's shed "Hold out your finger," she shouted. "Show me how plump you are. She reached into the hatch and Hansel held up a twi "Dear me," sighed the witch. "You're all bone Eat more, boy For days, she made poor Gretel cook enormous meals Hansel ate every mouthful ut his twig finger never got any fatter. Hansel and Gretel's plan was working... but the witch was growing impatient. "Plump or skinny I'm eating your brother tomorrow" she announced one evening. Gretel lay awake all night. "I won't let that horrible witch near my brother," she thought "Gretel," the witch shouted at dawn. "Get inside the oven and check how warm it is." "No," Gretel replied "What?" cried the witch "I... um... can't fit in there. "Of course you can, you silly little brat.