ooking at Tina,  Timmy whispered, "Little Tina, she may be a witch or something. Don't you remember Hansel and Gretel? What if she wants to fatten us up and trick us into going into her oven?"

"Oh, Little Timmy, you're being silly. Can't you see that she's just a sweet old lady like Grandmother? She wouldn't hurt us. Besides, we can outrun her if she tries."

With that Little Tina walked into the candy house, and Little Timmy had no choice but to follow her inside, walking close by her side.

All around them, the most dazzling, marvelous delights enchanted their senses. There were couches and chairs that looked like they were made of the softest, fluffiest muffins, rugs made of the prettiest frosting, floors made of giant cookies and the scent of nutmeg, vanilla, cinnamon and cardamom swirling all around them.
Little Tina drew a deep breath, and whispered to her brother,

"I don't see why you don't just enjoy this, Little Timmy. See how lucky we are? Deliciousness all around us!"
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"I don't know, Little Tina," he whispered in return, nearly drooling despite himself. "I think we're being bewitched."

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