The Collection

Gingerbread Man

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"Run run, as fast as you can, you'll never catch me in the gingerbread man!!"
-the gingerbread man

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"Cooking, cooking, cooking, I love cooking."

I say as I hear the light alarm my oven makes when the timers done.

I hurry over and pull the oven open, grab the tray of food from within, and set them on top, trying to keep my mouth from watering at the sight of my delicious cookies.

Gingerbread men. The best kind of cookie, one that's even depicted in fairy tails, escaping the cook, and becoming a free cookie.

Not my cookies though, they don't run anymore, though they sure tried their hardest.

Yep, my cookies are picked special from all the other cookies. I pick the dropouts, the ones who are oddballs, and then put them through my special race.

Ironic isn't it? A challenge for a gingerbread man to run as fast as he can. And they will do it, of course I might add a little "encouragement", but I don't see the problem with a few attack dogs, making sure the little guys pick up the pace.

The winners of the race get to go back to their cookie friends while the ones who don't, become my cookies.

They always cry from the wounds or ask to get another run, heck I've even heard one of the cookies ask to go back to its mommy, like it didn't want to go on my race. Ridiculous.

I even have a song for it, I think it's pretty good. It goes something like:
Run, run, as fast as you can, I'm going to catch you mister Gingerbread man!!
I love singing this song when I join my attack dogs in the race, it seems to make the little cookies run faster.

My favorite part is the cooking of the cookies, because it has a unique smell unique to my cookies. The smell of burnt and cooked flesh is the greatest.

After an hour in the oven, the cookies are crisp and black in color, then all you need is to scoop out the liquid remains of its eyes and then season it with sugar and cinnamon, then give it to the worried parents outside of my shop. They all seem to give me a similar message as they eat the cookies I so generously give them.

"Our child has run off, he likes cookies, he might have gone in your shop, have you seen them?" They all ask, I'll shake my head, smile and offer them another cookie, they always say the cookie tastes delicious but a little funny, and I nod and smile.

They are my special gingerbread cookies.