“It can’t be. It’s impossible.”
But his little sister dropped his hand and reached out
towards the rich brown fence topped with a neat line of pearly white…
“Wait!” He snatched her hand away before she could touch. He
held her cold fingers tight in his and squatted down to her level. “I know
you’re hungry. But I just want look round first, to make sure it’s safe. OK?”
She nodded and he stood and led her around the building, talking more to
himself now than to her. “I mean, the thing is, why would anyone build an
actual house out of gingerbread, here, in the middle of the forest? How is it
even possible? What happens when it rains?”
