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Hansel: The story begins.
Hansel: Chapter one

“Man does not live by bread alone…”

Bread. Bread has been a staple for mankind for countless generations and is counted among the first man made foods. Just about every culture on earth can claim its own variation. The Jews have their Matzo, an unleavened bread, the Arabians their pita, the French their baguettes, and the English have their stottie cakes.

Hansel Becke owned and operated the family bakery in a small village not far from the boarder of the Black Forest. Young Hansel was a master at his craft, an artisan with an oven, and people from all around came to sample his wares. Fate seemed to have smiled on Mr. Becke and the wood brick ovens of his bakery were almost always fueled and ready to go.

Then the blight hit. Without any sign or warning the grain crops of the entire region withered away or vanished completely. Without that grain the great baker was forced to shut down his oven and close his doors. With almost no provisions he would set out across the vastness of the Black Forest to seek his fortune in another town.

Little did he know that his fortune awaited him within the forest and it would take far more than just bread to survive.

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Snow White and Rose Red: The conclusion
Snow White and Rose Red: the conclusion

Both sisters resolved to keep the tale of the ghostly stranger to themselves, as to not worry their mother. For some time things were normal around their little shoin. Customers came and customers went. Nothing appeared to have changed. Then one early winter’s night, while the sisters were busy weaving with their mother when there was a heavy handed knock at the door.

“Quick Rose Red!” Mother Raven instructed. “It must be a traveler, who is seeking shelter!”

Rose Red, with a quick bow, hurried to obey her mother. When she slid the door open she found herself standing face to face with a gigantic black bear.

Snow White gasped, their mother shrieked, and Rose red drew her blade. The bear tilted its head a little to the right, its brow furrowed. Shockingly the bear spoke.

“Would you, one so dear, really kill a stranger seeking a place to stay?”

Rose Red sheathed her sword and glanced back at her mother.

“Please stranger.” Her mother gestured invitingly to the bear. “Honor our humble home by staying the night.” She gestured to Snow White and Rose Red. “My daughters will see to your needs.”

And they did. The bear whose girth took up most of the space in the small room, was given the choice place by the fire. They gave him the “lions” share of their supper, and surrendered their sleeping mats to accommodate their guest. The great bear would share stories by the roar of the fire. Fantastic stories of a young warlord and his grand adventures. Before they went to bed they noticed that the great bear was weeping. When they asked him why he simply replied:

“Oh noble beauties most fair,

Be not bothered by this bear.

Just a fools’ heart I fear,

Not quite worthy of your ear.”

 

From that night on the bear would come to eat, drink, and take a place by the fire. Every night at the same time he would come to the shoin. Every night before he fell asleep he would weep, every night the daughters would ask him why, and every night he gave the same reply:

“Oh noble beauties most fair,

Be not bothered by this bear.

Just a fools’ heart I fear,

Not quite worthy of your ear.”

 

Then one night, on the very eve of spring, finally broke his usual routine.

Rose Red knelt down before him. She tenderly placed her hand along the side of his face.

“Why dear bear…” she caringly asked. “…why do you weep so?”

“Oh dear Rose Red…” the bear replied. “…long has it been since I have known the care and comfort that I have found here. By day I keep myself from the hunters who seek my life, and by night…oh by night I must protect my cave from the…a cruel and deceitful dwarf, who seeks my hidden fortune!” The bear sorrowfully shook his great head. “Tonight I weep for this shall be my last night here.”

Rose Red gasped and felt tears budding up within her own eyes. She had grown very fond of the bear and the thought of him not returning pained her so.

“But I must go…” the bear mournfully sighed. “…For with the spring thaw, the dwarf will come out of his tunnels. And the ground much easier to dig, he will again try and enter my cave.”

Rose Red did not join her sister in their room that night. She leaned her head against the great bear and fell asleep upon the warmth of his soft coat.

 

 

 

When Rose Red awoke the next morning the great bear had gone. In her hand she found a velvet satin pouch filled with gold. A short time passed and Mother Raven asked her daughters to bring back some wood for the house fire. Out they went into the woods and soon came upon a mighty tree that had fallen in the night. They were just about to collect the larger branches when they heard someone muttering on the other side of the trunk.

Going round the tree they found a dwarf. A little man with a gnarled face and a long grimy white beard. The dwarf fidgeted and struggled to free his beard which was stuck beneath the trunk of the tree.

The dwarf turned and glared at the sisters with its red bloodshot eyes.

“WHAT ARE YOU GAWKING FOR?!” the little man raged. “GET THIS TREE OFF OF MY PRECIOUS BEARD!!!”

Both Rose Red and Snow White struggled to move the great piece of timber. With the dwarfs’ insults ringing in their ears they tugged, shoved, pushed, prodded and other wise tried to move the tree…all without any success. Growing tired of the effort, and the dwarfs’ cruel remarks Rose Red pulled out her sword and with one swift motion cut the dwarfs’ beard right at the base of the tree.

The dwarf stumbled back and stared at the severed ends of his long beard.

“YOU YOU…” he fussed and fumed. “…YOU CRAZY MISCREANTS CUT MY BEARD!! YOU OAFFS, YOU…YOU BLACKHEARTS!!!” He spat and cursed. “ONE DAY YOU’LL PAY!! ONE DAY YOU’LL SUFFER!!!”

With one more curse and a shake of his warty hand the dwarf ran off.

Shaken but not frightened, the sisters went deeper into the forest. Before long they came across a small river.

“Do you see them sister?” Snow White asked as she pointed to the river. “The fish! The fish!” she merrily chirped. “Imagine what a surprise it would be if we brought her home a great fish!?!”

“That’s perfect!” Rose Red happily agreed and together they went to the river’s edge. With her hand poised, fingers flexing over the handle she waited for the right moment. It came, and in the blink of an eye a large fish was on the tip of her sword. But the fish did not stay there for long. It was snatched off of the blade by a swift long bearded dwarf.

“MINE!! MINE!!” The dwarf cackled as he ran further into the forest. “YOU NASTY, PASTY TWITS!!” The dwarf cast a few more curses in their direction and vanished among the trees.  Rose Red glanced back at the river only to find that the fish had moved on.

“I guess mother will have to do without that fish…” Snow White sighed.

Reluctantly Rose Red was forced to agree and again the two sisters pressed through the forest to find some wood. After trapesing through thorny brush, over rocky terrain, and under leafy canopies the two sisters came to an open glen that stood before the mouth of a mighty cave. There in the glen they found more than enough wood to take home. They had just begun to collect the timber when fowl mouthed dwarf attacked and scattered the braches all around the glen.

“YOU FILTHY, GANGLY, NOBODIES!!” The dwarf cruelly cackled. “NOW YOU PAY!!! NOW YOU PAY!!!” He chuckled and clucked with an almost demonic glee. “YOU RUIN MY BEARD SO I…”

The dwarf stopped, his attention focused on something that glittered in the short grass below. In the ruckus the bag of gold from the great bear had been knocked onto the ground and its contents spilled out into the grass. The dwarf’s eyes glistened with fiendish delight as he stared down at the pile of gold before him.

“MINE!!! MINE!!!” He feverishly exclaimed and sized the bag and all of its contents.

“But…you can’t!!” Snow White desperately pleaded. “That’s ours! A gift from our friend the great bear…”

A great roar split the air and the great bear charged from out of the cave.

The dwarf turned and pointed a gnarled finger at the bear and the might animal stopped in its tracks.

The sisters were dumbfounded, befuddled, and confused. The dwarf cackled loudly.

“CARELESS BRUTE!! WEEPING, WHIMPERING FOOL!! YOU CAN’T HURT ME…REMEMBER? I OWN YOU!! AND SOON I’LL OWN EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR!!”

The great bear cowered and flinched under the gaze of the dwarf, who seemed to wield some and terrible power over the great animal. Every motion of his finger made the great bear flinch and seemed to cause him pain.

Rose Red had seen, and had enough of the cruel dwarf. He didn’t see her approach until it was far too late. With blinding speed Rose Red pulled out her blade and rent the wicked dwarf in two, right from his head to his feet. Without a sound the bloodless remains fell to the ground and withered away. Free from the influence of the dwarf the great bear shed its coat and a handsome young man stood before them. A young man with a warm gentle face, a man dressed in a dazzlingly white kimono.

He bowed before Rose Red.

“I am the son of a wealthy warlord from a distant land.” He said. “The dwarf had me under a spell and transformed me into a bear. He hoped to steal the wealthy I had been carrying. Your act of courage has saved me from his curse.” On bended knee he took hold of her hand and kissed it. “I am forever in your debt.”

Both sisters helped the warlord’s son reclaim his great wealth, a portion of which he left to Mother Raven and her daughters. And what became of the warlords’ son? What happened to Snow White and Rose Red? That part of their story, I’m afraid hasn’t been written after all…

…who can ever hope to know the future?

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Snow White and Rose Red: Chapter one
Snow White and Rose Red: The great bear

The forest. Rose Red and her sister Snow White shared many a pleasant hour roaming the forest near their family home. The animals of the forest never in all their lives, tried to ham them. The prey animals of the forest would flock to the twins, drawn to their powerfully soothing presence like moths to a flame. The predators were no threat either as they regarded the two women with an affectionate respect.

The two sisters enjoyed roaming about the wild so much that, on occasion, they would stay within the wooded glen all through the night. It was on one of these nights when, awakened from a pleasant slumber Rose Red saw something that she had never seen before. A young man dressed in a pure white kimono stood by where they lay. A dim light shown about him and a warm smile upon his handsome face. Rose Red was not afraid. Though he was strange, Rose Red somehow knew that he meant them no harm. Her heart ached as she stared into his cinnamon brown eyes. There was a pain there behind the smile, a sorrow behind the warmth.

Rose wanted to speak to this luminescent stranger. She wanted to know just who he was, where he came from, and just why he seemed so saddened. But she heard her sister stir and, for just a moment took her eyes off of the stranger. By the time she looked back he was gone.

 

 

Both sisters resolved to keep the tale of the ghostly stranger to themselves, as to not worry their mother. For some time things were normal around their little shoin. Customers came and customers went. Nothing appeared to have changed. Then one early winter’s night, while the sisters were busy weaving with their mother when there was a heavy handed knock at the door.

“Quick Rose Red!” Mother Raven instructed. “It must be a traveler, who is seeking shelter!”

Rose Red, with a quick bow, hurried to obey her mother. When she slid the door open she found herself standing face to face with a gigantic black bear.

Snow White gasped, their mother shrieked, and Rose red drew her blade. The bear tilted its head a little to the right, its brow furrowed. Shockingly the bear spoke.

“Would you, one so dear, really kill a stranger seeking a place to stay?”

Rose Red sheathed her sword and glanced back at her mother.

“Please stranger.” Her mother gestured invitingly to the bear. “Honor our humble home by staying the night.” She gestured to Snow White and Rose Red. “My daughters will see to your needs.”

And they did. The bear whose girth took up most of the space in the small room, was given the choice place by the fire. They gave him the “lions” share of their supper, and surrendered their sleeping mats to accommodate their guest. The great bear would share stories by the roar of the fire. Fantastic stories of a young warlord and his grand adventures. Before they went to bed they noticed that the great bear was weeping. When they asked him why he simply replied:

“Oh noble beauties most fair,

Be not bothered by this bear.

Just a fools’ heart I fear,

Not quite worthy of your ear.”

 

From that night on the bear would come to eat, drink, and take a place by the fire. Every night at the same time he would come to the shoin. Every night before he fell asleep he would weep, every night the daughters would ask him why, and every night he gave the same reply:

“Oh noble beauties most fair,

Be not bothered by this bear.

Just a fools’ heart I fear,

Not quite worthy of your ear.”

 

Then one night, on the very eve of spring, finally broke his usual routine.

Rose Red knelt down before him. She tenderly placed her hand along the side of his face.

“Why dear bear…” she caringly asked. “…why do you weep so?”

“Oh dear Rose Red…” the bear replied. “…long has it been since I have known the care and comfort that I have found here. By day I keep myself from the hunters who seek my life, and by night…oh by night I must protect my cave from the…a cruel and deceitful dwarf, who seeks my hidden fortune!” The bear sorrowfully shook his great head. “Tonight I weep for this shall be my last night here.”

Rose Red gasped and felt tears budding up within her own eyes. She had grown very fond of the bear and the thought of him not returning pained her so.

“But I must go…” the bear mournfully sighed. “…For with the spring thaw, the dwarf will come out of his tunnels. And the ground much easier to dig, he will again try and enter my cave.”

Rose Red did not join her sister in their room that night. She leaned her head against the great bear and fell asleep upon the warmth of his soft coat.

 

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Snow White and Rose Red: Introduction
Snow White and Rose Red: Introduction

The future. Ever since the dawn of recorded time the events of the future has held a certain fascination for man and woman alike. Entire careers and ways of life are dedicated to the study and the forecasting of future trends and events.

From philosophers to stock brokers, military strategists to the modern meteorologist, prognosticators both profane and profound, have strived to measure and chart that unseen, unshaped frontier that lies ahead.

Mother Raven, widow of once great and powerful warlord, didn’t concern herself with the wheeling’s and dealings of the days not yet spent. Her thoughts and her energies were kept busy raising her two daughters and teaching them the art of her chosen trade. Mother Raven was a seamstress and a weaver of fine garments. Her skill with the needle was so great and the quality of her workmanship so impressive that she was known throughout the entire Izu province. People would come from miles around just to visit her shoin(house) for the chance to purchase her wares. Her shoin was known as the palace of the two roses, named after the two rose bushes that grew the home. Two rose bushes. One that bore roses of the reddest hue, and the other whose blooms were as white as freshly fallen snow.

Her daughters, the twins, were like these rose bushes. One daughter, her complexion the fairest in the land, she named Snow White. The other, whose lips were naturally as red as the rose, came to be known as Rose Red. Both daughters were a blessing to their mother. Both possessed beauty beyond compare, and were of such good and kind natures that they were held in kin with the angels above.

Though the sisters were close, and were the closest of companions, they were, at heart, as different as night and day. Snow White was graceful, her every move was like a dance, and she spent more time behind the loom than on her horse.

Like her sister Rose Red was graceful, her motions fluid like a gentle stream. However Rose Red felt more at home on horseback that at the loom. Her skills with the blade were far greater and sharper honed that her skills with the needle.

Life was good for Mother Raven and her daughters, and though, they were far from being rich they hadn’t a need or care in the world. However, like the weather itself, the wind can turn and fate can change on a whim, and soon the three women will be forced to wonder: just what the future holds in store.

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Another fairy tale rehashed!
The tale of Snow White and Rose Red...
  • Mood: Fear
  • Listening to: Sorry didn't hear that.
  • Reading: Print is dead.
  • Watching: What I eat.
  • Playing: Reindeer games.
  • Eating: ..........
  • Drinking: not at that point...yet.
Another fairy tale rehashed!
The tale of Snow White and Rose Red...
  • Mood: Fear
  • Listening to: Sorry didn't hear that.
  • Reading: Print is dead.
  • Watching: What I eat.
  • Playing: Reindeer games.
  • Eating: ..........
  • Drinking: not at that point...yet.

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