If anyone comesh home I’m sure we can explain to them the whole thing.” “Hey, Greta,” I ask, “do you need anything else? It was pretty cold out, I’m scared we might’ve gotten hypothermia.” “It’s weird, I was cold before, but once I started eating, I warmed right up…” “Really? What’s in this candy?” I ask. “I don’t think anyone’s home, Greta.” I speak to my friend, who continues to hungrily consume the candy chair. And yet I couldn’t spot a single living soul. And while I wasn’t searching rigorously for exceptions, it seems the only things in this house that aren’t made of candy are the blankets in the bedrooms and the toiletries in the bathrooms. There are three bedrooms, four bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room. I search through every room in this strange house.
Mmmh mmh peanut butter and crack sandwich cracker#
Greta, meanwhile, continues to feast on the peppermint legs and graham cracker seat of her chair. “Hmmm, well for starters, could you please look around the house to see if anyone’s home?” My feet still somewhat numb, I struggle to stand up, before searching the house for inhabitants. I know you didn’t mean to.” “Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” I ask. “Hey Greta…I’m sorry I got us into this mess.” I apologize, head tilted down. Whenever she does it, I can’t help but smile back. “Mmmmh! Sho good!” she says, a bright smile on her face. Her intense hunger outweighs her desire for warmth, and she starts nibbling on one of the dining room chairs. While Greta is probably just as cold if not more so than I, her stomach has also been grumbling practically nonstop since we started walking. She takes a whiff, “It smells divine,” she says, ecstasy in her voice. “This can’t be real…” I speak, taken aback, but not willing to muster the strength to get up. I look up, only now realizing that this house is made entirely of candy. “Hank, are you seeing this?” Greta asks in awe. The moment we're both in, I shut the door, place my hands in my armpits, and sit down against the wall, curled in a ball. Keep in mind, it's the middle of July, none of us even thought to bring winter gear. "THANK GOD! WARMTH!" Greta exclaims as she darts in. When we finally arrive, we make no haste in getting inside, not even bothering to knock first. Some people call her Marge…she doesn’t usually like those people.Īs we run closer and closer, we see that the source of light is from some sort of house. Her parents would always comment about “how nice our little Margaret is getting along with the boy next door.” Her parents always called her that, Margaret.
We've basically been best friends ever since. Her house had a swimming pool, my house didn't, so one day, my parents asked hers if I could come over. Greta and I have been friends for a long time. She gasps, "Do you think someone's there?" "Let's see!" We run as fast as we can towards the light in the distance, taking long steps so we can get through the thick, summer snow. Just then, I notice something, "Greta, look!" I exclaim, pointing at a faint orange glow in the fog. Let's just focus on staying alive, okay?" she says, trying her best not to cry as well. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean for any of this to happen, okay?!" I reply, on the verge of tears. "This is just great! I'm cold! I'm starving! Honestly, this is the best birthday present ever! I always wanted to freeze to death!" Greta shouts. So that brings us to now, walking through the forest, in the midst of an unexplainable blizzard. We actually spent an hour driving around, before eventually, I just suggested we park somewhere close to the beach and walk from there. But there was just one small problem: all the roads were blocked off.
It's Greta's birthday, and she wanted to go the beach. "I did have a plan! I left a trail of breadcrumbs!" "We were going to use that bread to make sandwiches!" "You could've at least had SOME sort of emergency plan, Hank!" Greta replies, projecting a deal of anger you wouldn’t expect from someone of her short stature and stick thin frame.
How did we get to this point? How did a simple walk through the forest turn into me arguing with my best friend as we both freeze to death in the snow? "How was I supposed to know it'd start snowing in the middle of the Summer?" I shout, the only way she'd hear me over the freezing winds. Oh, and just to make it perfectly clear, the main characters are NOT brother and sister. The intro is long, and contains some arguing, but the weight gain is fast.
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