Here you leave today a
nd enter the world
Of yesterday, tomorrow and fantasy.
"She sniffed. Freshly blacked gingerbread; now ever Gretal could smell it. Her mouth water, and her stomach egan to hurt, as it had just remember tht it was there.
They walked towards the smell: honey cake, and ginger and spices, a glorious sweetness that stole over them. Now the children ran towards the source of the smell impelled by hunger, going in a direction they had never been before, until, in a clearing, they saw a tiny house, even smaller than their own."