I remember being clutched in his filthy hands, a fledging with no idea of where i was in the world. He groped my chocolate chips and his fingers lingered there as he reached up to pick his nose. His wife Betty Crocker, slapped him and i wa tossed into the oven with my brothers.
I tried to scream, but it was too late. I felt the sizzling flames reach into my very soul. I heard my brothers shout out for help, but i was enveloped in dancing flames...
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The tragic life of a misshapen cookie
ParanormalHenry's life takes a plunge when the baker dosen't roll him properly. He is looked at in disgust because of his misshapen body. It is up to him to get his revenge on the baker! How far will Henry go to be a normal cookie? This story is made by Willo...
