![]() When the horseman stopped, the children offered one of the small jewels and the horseman was happy to give them a ride ho me. ![]() When a horseman trotted up, Hansel and Gretel waved their hands. They waited by the roadside hoping someone would ride by. It led to a wider path and that path led to a road. ![]() In the daylight they soon found a small path and followed it. With their pockets filled with the jewels, they ran outside as fast as they could. For what had she felt under the key? Why, the vase had precious jewels inside! She freed her brother from the cage right away. At last she found it at the bottom of a vase. “Where is that key to your cage?” She looked and looked. Why was the witch looking at her with such a sly smile? One day the witch yelled, “I will not wait another day! The boy will be my dinner tonight, no matter how skinny he is!” The witch ordered Gretel to start the fire in the oven at once. But still, she could not think of any way they could get out of there.Įach morning when the witch said, “Show me your finger,” Hansel held out the thin bone. “At least I have more time,” Gretel thought. “This is going to take longer than I thought!” “Hmph!” said the witch, touching the bone and thinking it was the boy’s finger. “Hansel,” she said, “the next time the witch asks to see your finger, hold out this bone to her instead.” She picked up a bone from one of the piles on the floor and woke her brother. One night when the witch was sleeping, Gretel had an idea. “What are we to do? Soon I will be plump enough and the witch will want to eat me!” His sister wished she had a plan, but could not think of anything. The witch smiled when she felt how plump he was getting. Hansel held out his finger as he was told. I will feel how plump you are getting.” For the old witch could not see well. Indeed, Hansel was well fed and Gretel worked hard all day doing chores for the witch.Įach morning the witch said to the boy, “Show me your finger. “Till then,” she said sharply to Gretel, “you will work for me.” Soon he will make me a fine dinner!” She laughed and laughed, rubbing her hands with glee. The witch roared, “That's where your brother will stay! Every day I will fatten him up. The next morning when they woke, Hansel found himself locked in a cage. Piles and piles of bones in the corners! Yet the two children were very tired, and so they slept. As they licked the last crust of bread and looked around the hut, what the brother and sister saw made their hearts turn cold. They skipped into the witch’s hut.Ī fine meal of soup and bread. Hansel and Gretel looked at each other in delight. "Well then,” said the witch in a gentler tone, “come inside. “You have that right, MY house!" snapped the witch. "If you please, ma’am,” she said, as sweetly as she could. Gretel was careful to drop one crumb and then after a bit, another. They went deeper and deeper into the woods. If we have to, we can follow the crumbs back home.”Īnd so the two of them went off into the woods and left their hard life behind. We must escape now, today, into the woods! Surely we will find more to eat when we are on our own than what we get here at home.” “Hansel,” she said, “we cannot stay here. The next morning when the sun rose, Gretel turned to her little brother. They shivered and tried to keep each other warm. Winter was coming, and the clothes they wore were so thin it felt almost as if they had no clothes on at all. Outside in the cold, they shivered and tried to keep each other warm. That night the two children were not allowed to sleep in the hut. One day Gretel begged her father, “Please, Father! All day long we work hard and we’re hungry!” But the stepmother slapped her face. Yet the stepmother gave them more and more hard work to do. With a wily and absurdist flare, The Truffle Hunters captures a precarious ritual constantly threatened by greed and outside influences but still somehow protected by those clever, tight-lipped few who know how to unearth the magic within nature.Each day there was less and less food for the boy and girl to eat. ![]() With unprecedented access to the elusive truffle hunters, filmmakers Michael Dweck and Gregory Kershaw (The Last Race, 2018 Sundance Film Festival) follow this maddening cycle from the forest floor to the pristine restaurant plate. Still, this small enclave of hunters induces a feverish buying market that spans the globe. The only souls on Earth who know how to dig it up are a tiny circle of canines and their silver-haired human companions-Italian elders with walking sticks and devilish senses of humor-who only scour for the truffle at night so as not to leave any clues for others. It cannot be cultivated or found, even by the most resourceful of modern excavators. Desired by the wealthiest patrons in the world, it remains a pungent but rarified mystery. Deep in the forests of Northern Italy resides the prized white Alba truffle. ![]()
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