Kunat

The old witch knew just how she was going to eat little Hansel. First she would start with his stubby little fingers, then his toes, then work her way to the meatier bits. She would drink his tears as they flowed when she got thristy. She would save the heart for last to savor it's tender lusciousness. It was no wonder how surprised she was when Hansel offered her his heart first. She disagreed and said she was saving that for last. Hansel shrugged and said "ikaw. para kang kumain ng goma niyan."

whoops.

Astute was what anyone would say if asked to describe Trudie. Hers was the power of keen observation. It was a wonder how she could have been oblivious to falling into the state she is in now. Maybe because it was a gradual descent. Even if you ask her, she can't tell you.