Hansel and Gretel followed a bird until they reached a little house made with bread and cakes.
They started to nibble at the house. A soft voice came from the house at that moment.
"Who is eating my house?" "The wind," the children answered.
They continued to eat without disturbing themselves. Suddenly, the door opened.
A very old woman crept out from the house.
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