“Who just casually carries a knife and fork?” asked Nolan.  

Beats me, like I know.” Wearica said.  

"I'll eat this whole house," said Marco. "Just you watch!"  

Again, door, not house.  

Marco pulled off a piece of Jell-O. He ate it smugly and ate some more.  

  And more.  

     And more.  

Eventually, Marco started to get bigger. But after a few more mouthfuls of Jell-O. He grew to the size of a large globe- and he was every bit as round as a cantaloupe.  

"Erm... I don't feel too good," said Marco.  

“I know you don’t”, Wearica said. You just ate a magic door,   

Suddenly, he started to roll. He had grown so round that he could no longer balance!  

"Help!" he cried, as he rolled off down a slope into the forest.  

“You’ll be fine”, Wearica said.  

Marco never finished eating the front door made from Jell-O and Mr. Muddle remained trapped in the Wearica's cage.  

Danny, the second brother stepped up and approached the cabin made from biscuits.  

"I'll eat this whole house," said Danny. "Just watch!"  

Danny pulled off a corner of the front door of the cabin made from biscuits. He gobbled it down, and with a smug look on his face, went back for more.  

  And more.  

     And more.  

His face turned pale green.   

After a bit, Danny started to look a little queasy. He grew greener...  

  ...and greener. Until he looked like a lumpy pine tree.  

A woodcutter walked into the field. "What's this tree doing here?" he asked.  

"I'm not a tree, I'm a hybrid bear!" said Danny  

"It talks!" exclaimed the woodcutter. "Those talking trees are the worst kind. I'd better take it away before somebody gets hurt."  

"No! Wait!" cried Danny, as the woodcutter picked him up. But the woodcutter ignored his cries and told him to, “Stop scrambling!" All that was heard after that was a small thud, and air whooshing. Then it went quiet.  

“He dead, right?” Nolan asked.  

“Yea, he's gone gone.” Said Wearica.  

“He ain’t coming back,” Wearica added  

Danny never finished eating the front door made from biscuits and Mr. Muddle remained trapped in the Wearica's cage.  

Phica stepped up and approached the cabin made from biscuits  

"I'll eat this whole house," said Phica. "Just you watch!"  

A door, I say, a DOOR!”, Cried Wearica. "Why are ya'll so insisting on eating my whole cabin” Mumbled the witch.  

Phica pulled off a piece of the door. He gulped it down with a grin and went back for more.  

  And more.  

     And more.  

However, unlike the others, he didn’t turn green. Just more satisfied.  

After four or five plates. Phica started to fidget on the spot. Like a spiders crawling.  

He stopped eating Jell-O for a moment, then grabbed another forkful.  

But before he could eat it, there came an ear-piercing roar. A bottom burp louder than a rocket taking off propelled Phica into the sky.