by Dawn Knox
‘It’s no good,’ said the witch with a cackle, ‘you won’t get a signal here in the forest.’
‘Wrong!’ said Gretel, holding up her mobile phone.
‘She’s sent Dad a text. He’ll be here shortly,’ said Hansel.
‘Bah! I’m starving and you looked so juicy!’ said the witch, collapsing on her chair, ‘when my blood sugar drops, I get really grumpy.’
‘Well, what d’you fancy?’ asked Gretel.
The witch drooled as she listed things she’d like to eat, ‘Sausages, custard, doughnuts, chips…’
‘Done,’ said Gretel, her fingers flying over her phone, ‘Tescado should be delivering your order within the hour.’