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In a small village, with houses of sticks, rocks, and hay, there lived a family of like any other at that time. A poor, yet lovely family. A widowed father and two children. The children named Hansel and Gretel.
He was a rather fine boy, if you could tell. Luscious, curly brown hair with pretty green eyes, a deep voice for his age. Most of the time, he was compared to people of his village. He did not like this, for many despised him. He did not have many friends. Every single child he came up to, said “I do not want to befriend thou, for you are better than me. Would I like to be compared to my buddy all the time if not just often? Your brown hair is better than mine, so are your eyes and voice. It is simply unfair!”. He was tired of hearing such things, he just wanted to be friends. With this, most of his hobbies are considered unusual for pretty boys in his village. His village considered going around playing and being athletic normal for the male kind. For Hansel, he loved reading, drawing, and what someone would expect from an enclosed child with no friends. You wouldn’t like to be friends with him either, you wouldn’t like to be compared, do you? You would hate not being the best. That is society at its finest, at this point and in this era.