The gingerbread foal

Grandma Adoson, may I have a gingerbread foal?

Once there was a little girl named Ivy .

She lived in a house on a hill. One day she asked,

Of course.

And that's when they made me. Oh! Where are my manners?! I'm the Gingerbread Foal. They made me and put me in the oven. The oven was getting hotter and hotter. I was getting hotter and hotter. So, I decided to break the oven's glass and gallop out of there! I know, I know. Ovens are expensive. But what matters more? An oven or a gingerbread foal? That's what I thought. Now back to the story. Ivy yelled, "STOP!!!" But I did not. I just yelled, "I'll gallop and I'll gallop with my heart and my soul, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Foal!"

I was feeling as happy as animal crackers in a zoo! But soon I came across a peacock holding a stop sign. I had no time to stop so I jumped over him with pride.