Tuesday, 16 December 2008
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The Gingerbread Man
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My mum bought a gingerbread man and woman for me to eat~ Which led me to want to read the story again. Here it is~ The simplified version that I grew up with, that is.
I do not own this story. So there, lawyers! You can't sue me! >.>
The Gingerbread Man
Written by Eric Suben
An old woman and her husband lived together on their farm. One day, the old woman said, "I will make a gingerbread man for my husband's supper." She mixed the gingerbread in a bowl. Then she rolled it out and shaped it like a little man. She gave him raisin eyes, a cherry mouth and nuts for buttons. At last the gingerbread man was ready for the oven.
After a time the old woman looked into the oven to see if her baking was done. She had no sooner opened the oven than the gingerbread man hopped up, leaped to the ground and ran straight for the open door.
"Stop, stop!" cried the old woman.
The gingerbread man sped into the vegetable patch, the old woman close behind him.
The husband was tending vegetables. "Stop, stop!" he cried when he saw the gingerbread man. But the gingerbread man called:
"Run, run, as fast as you can,
You can't catch me,
I'm the gingerbread man!"
The gingerbread man started down the road, the old woman and her husband close behind him. Soon the gingerbread man passed an old hound dozing in the sun.
"Stop, stop!" the hound barked.
But the gingerbread man only laughed.
"Run, run, as fast as you can,
You can't catch me,
I'm the gingerbread man!"
The gingerbread man took off across a grassy meadow - the old woman, her husband and the hound close behind him. Soon the gingerbread man passed a cow munching crunchy clover. "Stop, stop!" the cow mooed.
"Run, run, as fast as you can,
You can't catch me,
I'm the gingerbread man!"
The gingerbread man came to a town - the old woman, her husband, the hound and the cow close behind him. It was market day and the streets were crowded with people.
"Look at the gingerbread man!" cried a child.
"Stop, stop!" cried the townspeople.
"Run, run, as fast as you can,
You can't catch me,
I'm the gingerbread man!"
Now the old woman, her husband, the hound, the cow and all the townspeople were close behind the gingerbread man. At last, the gingerbread man came to a stream. On the bank sat a fox.
"An old woman, her husband, a hound, a cow and all the townspeople are close behind me," said the gingerbread man, panting.
"Too bad," said the fox.
"I must get across the stream," said the gingerbread man.
"I can help you," said the fox. "Hop onto my back."
The gingerbread man hopped up and the fox jumped into the water. After swimming a short way, the fox said, "The water is getting deeper. Hop onto my neck."
The gingerbread man did as the fox suggested. After swimming a little farther, the fox said, "The water is up to my neck. Hop onto the top of my head."
The gingerbread did as the fox suggested.
Just then, the fox gave his head a toss and opened his mouth wide. The gingerbread man flipped into the air and landed SMACK! between the fox's jaws.
Crunch! Munch! That gingerbread man was gone.
The fox trotted home, waving his bushy tail.
Of the old woman, her husband, the hound, the cow and all the townspeople, only the fox was clever enough to get that silly gingerbread man for his supper.
The End
Does anyone want to read my twisted tale? My inspiration came from the gingerbread man I ate. He looked like he had a squint.
nic published at 12:40
