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  Once upon a time there was an old 

woman who loved baking gingerbread. She 

would bake gingerbread cookies, cakes, 

houses and gingerbread people, all 

decorated with chocolate and peppermint, 

caramel candies and colored frosting.

         One day she made a special 

batch of gingerbread men because 

they were extra big. Unfortunately 

for the last gingerbread man she ran 

out of batter and he was half the 

size of the others.

      Putting the rack on the kitchen 

windowsill she left it there to cool and went 

to finish her laundry. The gingerbread men 

lay quietly, their frosted eyes gazing at the 

sky with its puffy clouds.

    At that moment a voice came from 

nowhere. "Get up. Get up. Come with me."

          The gingerbread men didn't react 

except to keep staring. All but the smallest 

gingerbread man who jumped up from the 

tray and leaped off the kitchen windowsill 

onto the grass below faster than you could 

say "hurry."

       "Where are we going?" he asked 

breathlessly. "Away." And before the 

butterfly had finished speaking children 

appeared in the yard. 

       Spying the little gingerbread man they 

started shrieking with delight and began 

chasing him.

        That was a mistake as 

one of the horses trotted over 

to the fence and whinnied. "Oh 

you smell so good little 

gingerbread man. Come over 

here so I can smell you 

better."

       Pleased to hear that he had a 

friend the little gingerbread man was 

about to reply when again they were 

interrupted. A farmer's dog with a keen 

nose had come to investigate. Licking 

his muzzle at the sight of the 

gingerbread man, the dog said.

          The little gingerbread man was 

confused. He knew that his butterfly 

friend had good intentions but could 

she really carry him? He doubted it. 

Her wings were so thin and delicate. 

The thought of him falling into the cold 

water and crumbling to damp bits was 

frightening. 

        "Of course!" the wily fox quickly 

assured him before the butterfly could 

object. "I eat only meat and I had a full 

meal just before my nap. Here, ride on 

my bushy tail. Let's go before I change 

my mind."

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