Wait! I forgot! One last thing!

Every once in a while, Jorinda and Joringel venture back into the Märchenwald. They come to see me.

And also Hansel and Gretel.

And Jack and Jill.

Yeah, I know them, too.

And I order pizza, and we all sit and tell each other stories until the sidewalks are empty, and the sirens stop their wailing, and the sun rises over the bleary streets of Brooklyn.

Which is, of course, how I learned all these tales to begin with.

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And now it really is,

Probably.