‘Good morning, Grettel.’
‘Good morning, Hans. What have you brought me?’
‘I’ve brought nothing. But I want something.’
Grettel gives him a knife.
‘Good-bye, Grettel.’
‘Good-bye, Hans.’
Hans takes the knife, and sticks it in his sleeve, and goes home.
‘Good evening, Mother.’
‘Good evening, Hans. Where have you been ?’
‘Been to see Grettel.’
‘What did you give her?’
‘I gave her nothing. But she gave me something.’
‘What did she give you?’
‘She gave me a knife.’
‘Where is the knife, Hans?’
‘I stuck it in my sleeve.’
‘That ’s a stupid place, Hans. You should have put it in your pocket.’
‘Never mind, Mother; I ‘ll do better next time.’
‘Where are you going, Hans?’
‘To see Grettel, Mother.’
‘Behave well, then.’
‘All right, Mother. Good-bye.’
‘Good-bye, Hans.’
Hans comes to Grettel.
‘Good morning, Grettel.’
‘Good morning, Hans. Have you brought me anything nice?’
‘I’ve brought nothing. What have you got for me ?’
Grettel gives him a young kid.
‘Good-bye, Grettel.’
‘Good-bye, Hans.’
Hans takes the kid, ties its legs together, and puts it in his pocket.
When he got home, it was suffocated.
