Story before bed

Over one week, I retold to my children a tale they know well, illustrating it on the iPad as I spoke .

Here it is.  Sweet dreams …

The children lived in a cottage on the edge of a forest.

They knew the forest was haunted: they went in only a few tress deep and never at night.

Lost deep in the haunted wood.

A cottage made of sweets. How welcoming for hungry children.

He nibbled the roof, she the walls.

Ensnared by a magical weave.

Asked for flesh, he offered a bone.

“I am too stupid: show me how to test the oven.”

All it took was one push

The released spells rent the forest.