Rosina had spent years buildng her dream house. Decades. The design alone had taken at least two years, then came the sourcing of materials along with engineering around architectural issues, some redesign, negotiating labor contracts with local dwarfs (who always overcharged old ladies), and then finally getting the permits approved from the local kingdom's office of taxes and settlements. The ordeal had taken much of Rosina's golden years straight out of her teeth, but she had endured. The beauty that surrounded her daily had all truly been worth it.
Then of course some idiot's unsupervised children had shown up and wrecked it all.
Rosina had been inside baking when she heard the soft crunch of the little brats biting into the crown molding, their greedy little hands smudging dirty fingerprints all over her reinforced ginger siding. They'd ruined an entire window frame before she'd managed to round them up and herd the little sugar addicts into the shed out back.
Both the boy and his awful sister had whined and cried, spitting her own waterproofed royal icing back into her face. Such rudeness; not only did they trespass without any care for local home owners' rights but they complained when an adult actually reprimanded their appalling behavior. Rosina had several choice words for their parents, however she suspected nobody would be coming for them any time soon. Children this misbehaved often got left in the woods. Unfortunately nothing had found these two before they had found her little haven.
Growing up, Rosina loved sweets. She had spent hours with her own grandmother over an oven, baking and decorating from dawn till dusk. Not that it came without cost; Rosina's own frame has grown quite plump over the years, and her grandmother had suffered from sugar sickness during the last few years of her life. Yet her passion for pastries and puffs never wavered; and when the time came for Rosina to retire she finally had the means to bring her dream to reality.
As she surveyed the damage, Rosina determined a little extra spackle from her supplies in the basement should patch the holes the little devils had left just fine. No need to call for any dwarven estimator; she'd handle it herself. Rolling up her sleeves she got to work on repairs, hurrying before any chance of rain came.
It took her nearly three days to repair the damage, ensuring at least two fresh coats of frosting along the area they had nibbled. The entire time the two brats had done nothing but howl from the shed. She had ignored them, not bothering to feed or even check that they still lived since she had thrown them inside. Secretly she hoped they would just die off, but the noise had started bothering the local wildlife and Rosina didn't need to attract more trouble. She'd have to take care of it herself.
After repairing the window casement to her satisfaction, she went inside and put more wood under the old oven. Rosina held only a sweettooth - children as rotten as these could never satiate her palate - but wasting fresh food felt wrong. Maybe the wolf next door would appreciate a nice mincemeat pie. After carefully preparing a crust, she put on her apron, sharpened her drywall saw, and headed out to the shed.
She supposed she should have fattened them up a bit first, but honestly they'd already wasted precious resources on her home. She could just add more potatoes.
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Sadly, Rosina never finished her thoughtful pie for her kind neighbor the Wolf. Just as she had raised the saw to chop up the little boy, his wretched little sister had shoved her inside the open oven door, slamming it shut and roasting poor Rosina alive in her own sanctuary of sugar. The quiet retirement she had hoped for would never be. Only the torment of a fiery death, and the horror of realizing those two spoiled imps would eat their way through her dream home before her ashes could cool.