Once upon a time, Gepetto, an old woodsman, living in the great
Italian pine forest, was lonely. He always dreamed about having a son.
Each
day, he went cutting woods for the town’s people. One day, an idea
illuminated his mind, the idea of crafting a puppet, which he will call
it Pinocchio. He crafted that puppet and during the night, the puppet
becomes alive!
One year of happiness and thriller passed, on a Sunday morning, Gepetto told Pinocchio:
‘’It’s my birthday soon, my little son! I hope you didn’t forget it!’’
‘’Euh, sure, I didn’t!’’
Pinocchio
felt awkward. He didn’t thought about that. Gepetto’s birthday was
coming in only three days, and he hadn’t even a present.
After a long night of reflecting, Pinocchio finally decided to offer a homemade chocolate cake to him as a present.
When
the sun rose, Pinocchio was already ready to go outside find the
ingredients. The main problem was he didn’t even known the in and the
recipe.
So after school, he decided to go ask someone for the
ingredients to bake a cake. During his walk, Pinocchio, the wooden
puppet, met the town’s sorcerer.
‘’Hey, little boy, do you need some help for your chocolate cake?’’
‘’Hum…You can help me?’’, asked Pinocchio.
‘’Sure, I can. Follow me!’’
After
walking few minutes so, Pinocchio saw a big, big, big candy house. They
entered together and Pinocchio got caught by a big cage.
‘’Mouahahaha!!! I finally caught you! You’ll be mine, you’re gonna work for me!’’, said the evil sorcerer.
Pinocchio
was so scared. When the guards came and took him out of the cage, he
immediately ran away very fast and he succeeded to escape.
At the
same time, the evil sorcerer, calling all his troops with him, ran after
him and he took out his magic wand. The evil devil changed the little
wooden puppet into a chocolate cake!
When he came back home, he told the entire story to his father and they went to find the god fairy.
After a long trip, they finally find the god fairy and they got the magical potion for Pinocchio.
The End
Once
upon a time a very poor woodcutter lived in a tiny cottage in the
forest with his two children, Hansel and Gretel. His second wife often
ill-treated the children and was forever nagging the woodcutter.
"There is not enough food in the house for us all. There are too many
mouths to feed! We must get rid of the two brats," she declared. And she
kept on trying to persuade her husband to abandon his children in the
forest.
"Take them miles from home, so far that they can never find their way
back! Maybe someone will find them and give them a home." The downcast
woodcutter didn't know what to do. Hansel who, one evening, had
overheard his parents' conversation, comforted Gretel.
"Don't worry! If they do leave us in the forest, we'll find the way
home," he said. And slipping out of the house he filled his pockets with
little white pebbles, then went back to bed.
All night long, the woodcutter's wife harped on and on at her husband
till, at dawn, he led Hansel and Gretel away into the forest. But as
they went into the depths of the trees, Hansel dropped a little white
pebble here and there on the mossy green ground. At a certain point, the
two children found they really were alone: the woodcutter had plucked
up enough courage to desert them, had mumbled an excuse and was gone.
Night fell but the woodcutter did not return. Gretel began to sob
bitterly. Hansel too felt scared but he tried to hide his feelings and
comfort his sister.
"Don't cry, trust me! I swear I'll take you home even if Father doesn't
come back for us!" Luckily the moon was full that night and Hansel
waited till its cold light filtered through the trees.
"Now give me your hand!" he said. "We'll get home safely, you'll see!"
The tiny white pebbles gleamed in the moonlight, and the children found
their way home. They crept through a half open window, without wakening
their parents. Cold, tired but thankful to be home again, they slipped
into bed.
Next day, when their stepmother discovered that Hansel and Gretel had
returned, she went into a rage. Stifling her anger in front of the
children, she locked her bedroom door, reproaching her husband for
failing to carry out her orders. The weak woodcutter protested, torn as
he was between shame and fear of disobeying his cruel wife. The wicked
stepmother kept Hansel and Gretel under lock and key all day with
nothing for supper but a sip of water and some hard bread. All night,
husband and wife quarreled, and when dawn came, the woodcutter led the
children out into the forest.
Hansel, however, had not eaten his bread, and as he walked through the
trees, he left a trail of crumbs behind him to mark the way. But the
little boy had forgotten about the hungry birds that lived in the
forest. When they saw him, they flew along behind and in no time at all,
had eaten all the crumbs. Again, with a lame excuse, the woodcutter
left his two children by themselves.
"I've left a trail, like last time!" Hansel whispered to Gretel,
consolingly. But when night fell, they saw to their horror, that all the
crumbs had gone.
"I'm frightened!" wept Gretel bitterly. "I'm cold and hungry and I want to go home!"
"Don't be afraid. I'm here to look after you!" Hansel tried to encourage
his sister, but he too shivered when he glimpsed frightening shadows
and evil eyes around them in the darkness. All night the two children
huddled together for warmth at the foot of a large tree.
When dawn broke, they started to wander about the forest, seeking a
path, but all hope soon faded. They were well and truly lost. On they
walked and walked, till suddenly they came upon a strange cottage in the
middle of a glade.
"This is chocolate!" gasped Hansel as he broke a lump of plaster from the wall.
"And this is icing!" exclaimed Gretel, putting another piece of wall in
her mouth. Starving but delighted, the children began to eat pieces of
candy broken off the cottage.
"Isn't this delicious?" said Gretel, with her mouth full. She had never tasted anything so nice.
"We'll stay here," Hansel declared, munching a bit of nougat. They were
just about to try a piece of the biscuit door when it quietly swung
open.
"Well, well!" said an old woman, peering out with a crafty look. "And haven't you children a sweet tooth?"
"Come in! Come in, you've nothing to fear!" went on the old woman.
Unluckily for Hansel and Gretel, however, the sugar candy cottage
belonged to an old witch, her trap for catching unwary victims. The two
children had come to a really nasty place.
"You're nothing but skin and bones!" said the witch, locking Hansel into a cage. I shall fatten you up and eat you!"
"You can do the housework," she told Gretel grimly, "then I'll make a
meal of you too!" As luck would have it, the witch had very bad
eyesight, an when Gretel smeared butter on her glasses, she could see
even less.
"Let me feel your finger!" said the witch to Hansel every day to check
if he was getting any fatter. Now, Gretel had brought her brother a
chicken bone, and when the witch went to touch his finger, Hansel held
out the bone.
"You're still much too thin!" she complained. When will you become plump?" One day the witch grew tired of waiting.
"Light the oven," she told Gretel. "We're going to have a tasty roasted
boy today!" A little later, hungry and impatient, she went on: "Run and
see if the oven is hot enough." Gretel returned, whimpering: "I can't
tell if it is hot enough or not." Angrily, the witch screamed at the
little girl: "Useless child! All right, I'll see for myself." But when
the witch bent down to peer inside the oven and check the heat, Gretel
gave her a tremendous push and slammed the oven door shut. The witch had
come to a fit and proper end. Gretel ran to set her brother free and
they made quite sure that the oven door was tightly shut behind the
witch. Indeed, just to be on the safe side, they fastened it firmly with
a large padlock. Then they stayed for several days to eat some more of
the house, till they discovered amongst the witch's belongings, a huge
chocolate egg. Inside lay a casket of gold coins.
"The witch is now burnt to a cinder," said Hansel, "so we'll take this
treasure with us." They filled a large basket with food and set off into
the forest to search for the way home. This time, luck was with them,
and on the second day, they saw their father come out of the house
towards them, weeping.
"Your stepmother is dead. Come home with me now, my dear children!" The two children hugged the woodcutter.
"Promise you'll never ever desert us again," said Gretel, throwing her arms round her father's neck. Hansel opened the casket.
"Look, Father! We're rich now . . . You'll never have to chop wood again."
And they all lived happily together ever after. - See more at: http://www.englishindo.com/2011/11/dongeng-bahasa-inggris-hansel-dan.html#sthash.YTa9VqOj.dpuf
Once
upon a time a very poor woodcutter lived in a tiny cottage in the
forest with his two children, Hansel and Gretel. His second wife often
ill-treated the children and was forever nagging the woodcutter.
"There is not enough food in the house for us all. There are too many
mouths to feed! We must get rid of the two brats," she declared. And she
kept on trying to persuade her husband to abandon his children in the
forest.
"Take them miles from home, so far that they can never find their way
back! Maybe someone will find them and give them a home." The downcast
woodcutter didn't know what to do. Hansel who, one evening, had
overheard his parents' conversation, comforted Gretel.
"Don't worry! If they do leave us in the forest, we'll find the way
home," he said. And slipping out of the house he filled his pockets with
little white pebbles, then went back to bed.
All night long, the woodcutter's wife harped on and on at her husband
till, at dawn, he led Hansel and Gretel away into the forest. But as
they went into the depths of the trees, Hansel dropped a little white
pebble here and there on the mossy green ground. At a certain point, the
two children found they really were alone: the woodcutter had plucked
up enough courage to desert them, had mumbled an excuse and was gone.
Night fell but the woodcutter did not return. Gretel began to sob
bitterly. Hansel too felt scared but he tried to hide his feelings and
comfort his sister.
"Don't cry, trust me! I swear I'll take you home even if Father doesn't
come back for us!" Luckily the moon was full that night and Hansel
waited till its cold light filtered through the trees.
"Now give me your hand!" he said. "We'll get home safely, you'll see!"
The tiny white pebbles gleamed in the moonlight, and the children found
their way home. They crept through a half open window, without wakening
their parents. Cold, tired but thankful to be home again, they slipped
into bed.
Next day, when their stepmother discovered that Hansel and Gretel had
returned, she went into a rage. Stifling her anger in front of the
children, she locked her bedroom door, reproaching her husband for
failing to carry out her orders. The weak woodcutter protested, torn as
he was between shame and fear of disobeying his cruel wife. The wicked
stepmother kept Hansel and Gretel under lock and key all day with
nothing for supper but a sip of water and some hard bread. All night,
husband and wife quarreled, and when dawn came, the woodcutter led the
children out into the forest.
Hansel, however, had not eaten his bread, and as he walked through the
trees, he left a trail of crumbs behind him to mark the way. But the
little boy had forgotten about the hungry birds that lived in the
forest. When they saw him, they flew along behind and in no time at all,
had eaten all the crumbs. Again, with a lame excuse, the woodcutter
left his two children by themselves.
"I've left a trail, like last time!" Hansel whispered to Gretel,
consolingly. But when night fell, they saw to their horror, that all the
crumbs had gone.
"I'm frightened!" wept Gretel bitterly. "I'm cold and hungry and I want to go home!"
"Don't be afraid. I'm here to look after you!" Hansel tried to encourage
his sister, but he too shivered when he glimpsed frightening shadows
and evil eyes around them in the darkness. All night the two children
huddled together for warmth at the foot of a large tree.
When dawn broke, they started to wander about the forest, seeking a
path, but all hope soon faded. They were well and truly lost. On they
walked and walked, till suddenly they came upon a strange cottage in the
middle of a glade.
"This is chocolate!" gasped Hansel as he broke a lump of plaster from the wall.
"And this is icing!" exclaimed Gretel, putting another piece of wall in
her mouth. Starving but delighted, the children began to eat pieces of
candy broken off the cottage.
"Isn't this delicious?" said Gretel, with her mouth full. She had never tasted anything so nice.
"We'll stay here," Hansel declared, munching a bit of nougat. They were
just about to try a piece of the biscuit door when it quietly swung
open.
"Well, well!" said an old woman, peering out with a crafty look. "And haven't you children a sweet tooth?"
"Come in! Come in, you've nothing to fear!" went on the old woman.
Unluckily for Hansel and Gretel, however, the sugar candy cottage
belonged to an old witch, her trap for catching unwary victims. The two
children had come to a really nasty place.
"You're nothing but skin and bones!" said the witch, locking Hansel into a cage. I shall fatten you up and eat you!"
"You can do the housework," she told Gretel grimly, "then I'll make a
meal of you too!" As luck would have it, the witch had very bad
eyesight, an when Gretel smeared butter on her glasses, she could see
even less.
"Let me feel your finger!" said the witch to Hansel every day to check
if he was getting any fatter. Now, Gretel had brought her brother a
chicken bone, and when the witch went to touch his finger, Hansel held
out the bone.
"You're still much too thin!" she complained. When will you become plump?" One day the witch grew tired of waiting.
"Light the oven," she told Gretel. "We're going to have a tasty roasted
boy today!" A little later, hungry and impatient, she went on: "Run and
see if the oven is hot enough." Gretel returned, whimpering: "I can't
tell if it is hot enough or not." Angrily, the witch screamed at the
little girl: "Useless child! All right, I'll see for myself." But when
the witch bent down to peer inside the oven and check the heat, Gretel
gave her a tremendous push and slammed the oven door shut. The witch had
come to a fit and proper end. Gretel ran to set her brother free and
they made quite sure that the oven door was tightly shut behind the
witch. Indeed, just to be on the safe side, they fastened it firmly with
a large padlock. Then they stayed for several days to eat some more of
the house, till they discovered amongst the witch's belongings, a huge
chocolate egg. Inside lay a casket of gold coins.
"The witch is now burnt to a cinder," said Hansel, "so we'll take this
treasure with us." They filled a large basket with food and set off into
the forest to search for the way home. This time, luck was with them,
and on the second day, they saw their father come out of the house
towards them, weeping.
"Your stepmother is dead. Come home with me now, my dear children!" The two children hugged the woodcutter.
"Promise you'll never ever desert us again," said Gretel, throwing her arms round her father's neck. Hansel opened the casket.
"Look, Father! We're rich now . . . You'll never have to chop wood again."
And they all lived happily together ever after. - See more at: http://www.englishindo.com/2011/11/dongeng-bahasa-inggris-hansel-dan.html#sthash.YTa9VqOj.dpuf
