Today's Word: Jowl

Hansel rested his fat jowl against the shotgun's cool butt. His arms burned from keeping it raised so long, but he didn't dare let the barrel drop.
"Not so all-powerful now, eh granny?" he asked.
"I can't eat anymore boy, I'm fit to burst," said the witch.
"Oh, you'll eat it. You'll eat the entire gingerbread house, chocolate shingles and all, else you'll be having lead peas for dessert."