CDXXX - Hansel & Gretel, The Remake.

And now, in the spirit of Christmas pantomimes, I give you —

Hansel & Gretel – The Remake

A Cautionary Tale

— CAST —

The Father, a woodcutter

The Step-Mother, standard issue, nasty, 36D.

Hansel, the son; clean-cut, shorts and braces type.

Gretel, the daughter; flaxen-haired, pig-tails, gingham dress-type.

Witch, standard issue, average wickedness rating.

Social Worker, keen, earnest, carrying a clipboard.

White Swan, token addition, to appease the Audubon Society.

A Wolf, an accidental inclusion, an innocent bystander.

Constable, on sabbatical from Midsomer.

The Forest Chorale – three finches, a duck, a badger and two rats.

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The Forest Chorale

Our story’s set on the edge of a wood

A woodcutter lives there, as a woodcutter should.

He has a woman, the love of his life

And two young kids from a previous wife.

He cannot see that wife number two

Is a mean and nasty, scheming shrew;

Blinded by her two well-rounded breasts

He meekly agrees to all requests —

So besotted is he by her feminine charms

He’d crawl over coals, with broken arms.

Step Mother:

We need to be prudent, our money’s dwindling,

And you earn such a pittance from chopping kindling.

The kids are the problem, the kids are a pain,

Food is scarce and the kids are a drain.

If you really loved me, as you swear,

You’d take the children out of my hair!

Times are tough, we are pretty poor,

And there’s a hungry wolf scratching at the door.

Wolf:

Not me, I promise, I’m elsewhere in the wood

With my eyes on a little girl who wears a red hood.

Woodcutter:

But they are my children, what can I do?

I love them dearly, just like you!

Step Mother

Well, if you’re too weak and too lightweight

Let Mother Nature decide their fate:

Take them to the woods and leave them there.

They can stay if they return.  Does that sound fair?

The Forest Chorale

In the next room, with his ear to the wall

Hansel was shocked and gave Gretel a call:

Hansel

I’ll go out and collect some small white stones;

Dropped as we go, they’ll guide us home.

The Forest Chorale

So Hansel slipped out through the door

And looked for stones on the forest floor.

He filled his pockets with small white rocks

A couple of spare were stuffed down his socks.

The next day the father suggested a walk:

Woodcutter:

Come!  The woods are a great place for a talk!

The Forest Chorale

Hansel dropped stones as the trio progressed

Their father, he noticed, was quite depressed

But he’d promised his wife to deliver the goods

And the children were left out in the woods.

In normal events they would surely die

But the moon was full and high in the sky

And on the path the stones showed bright

And guided them home, though the night.

Much later on, at about half past four

They loudly knocked on their parents door.

Both

Mother! Father! Open up the door!

We don’t want to sleep on the forest floor!

Aren’t you glad that we’re not lost?

Father — where you went to has got us tossed!

Woodcutter

It’s (ah) a long story. We’ll save it for another day

Suffice to say we just parted ways.

Step Mother (to children)

Oh. I. am. so. very. happy. to. see. you. back.

Now, to your room and hit the sack.

Step Mother ( to woodcutter)

You hopeless clot.  Can you do nothing right?

I will take them out myself, once it’s light.

Must I do my work and do yours too?

Look at my eyes when I’m talking to you!

The Forest Chorale

Once more the children heard them scheme

As they lay in bed pretending to dream.

But they couldn’t get any stones as before

As the mother had firmly locked the door.

Next day the mother packed a lunch

And put brandy in the drinks, for added punch.

Step Mother

Come, we are going to learn bush lore

So you can’t get lost as you did before.

The Forest Chorale

Hansel, in place of stones, took some bread

And left a trail of crumbs behind him instead.

Far out in the woods, where few people pass

The mother pointed to a patch of grass:

Step Mother

Come, this looks like a good place to sit

You can eat your lunch and rest a bit.

The Forest Chorale

A parenting tip, naughty but handy:

Children sleep well if dosed up with brandy.

When they awoke it was cold and dark

Their mother, it seemed, had left the park.

They looked for the crumbs to guide their trekking

But it seems the birds had done some pecking.

They wandered along until the forest cleared

And a vision of loveliness suddenly appeared.

A gingerbread cottage, all candy and cream:

A dietician’s nightmare but a young child’s dream.

As they pulled off tiles, intending to eat them

A wizened old lady came out to greet them.

Witch

Be careful now, you’ll make yourself sick!

The Heart Foundation declined me a ‘tick’.

But take your time, there’s plenty to explore:

My personal favourite is the caramel door.

The Forest Chorale

The old lady seemed so nice and so sweet

And Hansel and Gretel were desperate to eat.

They never thought that she could be a creep

When they lay down and drifted to sleep.

But when they awoke from their slumbering plains

Hansel was caged and Gretel in chains.

Social Worker

Don’t be harsh.  Don’t judge her quickly;

She was beaten as a child and was quite sickly.

She was also traumatised, by my case log

When a prince she kissed became a frog.

The Forest Chorale

A sad tale, one to produce copious tears,

But it did nothing to allay the children’s fears.

They cried and yelled to be set free

But it soon became clear that it was not to be.

Social Worker

I’d love to help, I can feel your pain,

But my budget has been cut again.

Witch

Young lady, to stop your brother’s squeals,

You’ll clean my house and cook my meals.

You’re brother’s caged, but worry not,

I’ll feed him well with all I’ve got.

I want to put some more meat on him

I’ll release him when he’s not so slim.

The Forest Chorale

Gentle reader, you can guess the plot:

Young Hansel’s destined for the cooking pot.

Every day the witch comes checks his state,

In order to guess her dinner date.

Witch

Show me your finger, you little brat!

I need to know when you are good and fat!

The Forest Chorale

Hansel knew that the witch’s sight

Was quite poor in the dappled light

So he offered her an old bone to feel

Left-overs, we fear, from a previous meal.

Witch

Your fingers boney, I’ve seen fatter germs!

There’s no meat at all, have you got worms?

Your sister’s fatter, I’ll eat her instead

And mop up the juices with some gingerbread.

There no feasting in your meager serve

But perhaps I can use you as hors d'œuvre.

The Forest Chorale

Now, Gretel saw this show unfold

And quickly guessed what her future would hold.

When the witch asked for the oven prepared

Gretel feigned ignorance and said she was scared.

Witch

Silly girl, you’ve done it before…

Gretel

I’ve forgotten. Show me how to open the door…

The Forest Chorale

The witch opened the oven by loosening a nut.

Gretel pushed her in and slammed it shut.

Howls of pain echoed through the air

As the witch was roasted, medium-rare.

Gretel then took the keys down from the shelf

And unchained her brother, as well as herself.

Social Worker

Oh! Well, I’m pretty sure she wont be missed

And it does free up my client list!

Now that the poor old witch has gone

I’m happy to take your cases on.

Hansel

We appreciate your concern, somewhat belated

But it appears our problems have rather abated.

The Forest Chorale

They then searched the house, at their leisure,

And found a vase that was full of treasure.

They stuffed their pockets as best they could

And headed off to escape the wood.

Hansel

Gretel!  Look a lovely white swan!

Let’s catch it back to where we’re from!

The Forest Chorale

Gentle reader, I have no choice, of course,

As the swan is in my reference source.

But you can’t demand logic or bemoan absence of nous

After accepting the idea of a gingerbread house.

And so the swan carried them over the water

To reunite father and son and daughter.

Both

Father, our step mother was so cruel and mean,

Where is the old bag of hate and spleen?

The Forest Chorale

The father said, vaguely, that he hadn’t seen her

But a part of his lawn was noticeably greener.

Both

Father!  Look! We have jewels and gold!

Never again will we be hungry and cold!

The Forest Chorale

Where the witch had got them was unexplained

But fair to say she wouldn’t want them again.

As they spread the treasure out on the floor

There was a sharp knocking at the door…

Constable

Good evening, Sir.  Could I have a word?

It seems a heinous crime’s occurred.

And do not think that you can run and hide —

The Murdoch press is camped outside.

(fades)

— THE END —

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© J Cosmo Newbery 2012

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