The Gingerbread Man
Once upon a time, in a cozy little cottage, an old woman decided to bake something special. As she rolled out the dough, an idea sparked in her mind: she would create a gingerbread man. Carefully, she gave him raisin eyes, a cheerful icing smile, and buttons made of bright, shiny candies.
When the gingerbread man was ready, she placed him in the oven. The sweet aroma filled the kitchen as she hummed happily. But just as she opened the oven door to check on him, something incredible happened.
“Pop!” Out jumped the gingerbread man, alive and full of mischief!
“Run, run, as fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!” he shouted as his tiny legs carried him out of the cottage in a flash.
The old woman, though startled, didn’t waste a second. She grabbed her apron and ran after him. “Come back here!” she yelled. But the Gingerbread Man just laughed and kept running.
Down the lane, he went, his buttons gleaming in the sun. Soon, a curious cow spotted him. “Moo! You look delicious,” said the cow, licking her lips.
But the Gingerbread Man didn’t slow down. “Run, run, as fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!”
The cow joined the chase, but no one could match his speed. Further along, a horse saw him sprinting by. “Stop right there! I’d love to eat you for dinner,” neighed the horse.
“Run, run, as fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man!” he called back, his voice ringing with confidence. The horse galloped after him, but even with its long legs, it couldn’t catch up.
The Gingerbread Man darted past a group of farmers, a sneaky cat, and a curious dog, all of whom joined the chase. Soon, a whole parade of pursuers was thundering behind him, yet none could come close.
Finally, the Gingerbread Man reached a river. His cocky grin faltered. How would he get across? He needed a plan. Just then, a sly fox appeared from behind the reeds.
“Hello there, little one,” said the fox with a cunning smile. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re in a bit of a pickle. I can help you cross the river.”
The Gingerbread Man hesitated. “How do I know you won’t eat me?”
The fox raised his paw, looking offended. “Eat you? Oh, heavens no. I’m just here to help.”
With no other choice, the Gingerbread Man cautiously hopped onto the fox’s tail, and the fox began swimming. Halfway across the river, the fox called out, “Oh dear! The water’s rising. You’d better climb onto my back to stay dry.”
Reluctantly, the Gingerbread Man obeyed. But soon, the fox spoke again, “The water’s getting even higher. Jump onto my nose.”
As the Gingerbread Man scrambled onto the fox’s nose, the sly creature tipped his head back and, with a quick snap of his jaws, gulped him down. And just like that, the Gingerbread Man’s wild adventure came to an end.
The fox licked his lips and swam to the shore, leaving the chasing crowd behind.
Moral of the Story:
Sometimes, overconfidence can lead to trouble. Be careful whom you trust, and always think twice before leaping into the unknown.