The Ginger Bread Man was very happy. “I left the old man, the old woman, and the little boy without having me as their treat. I feel so sad for them. Not!!!”

The Ginger Bread Man came across a construction worker.

“Hey dude, where are you going? Would you like to have a bite with me?”

“No way. You just want to eat me. See you later.” The Ginger Bread Man was smart and shrewd. He didn’t want to be somebody’s food. He took off running until he came to a husky woman at a fruit market.

“Say Ginger Bread Man, are you hungry? Would you like to have this ripe, red apple?”

“No way. You don’t want to give me an apple. You just want to have me for dessert.”

Once again, the Ginger Bread Man dashed away. This time he came upon a small, bookish looking man.

“Hello Ginger Bread Man. Isn’t it a fine day?”

“Why yes it is. And what is your name?”

“My name is Albert. I was reading a very interesting book. Would you care to hear about it?”

“Indeed I would,” said the Ginger Bread Man.

“Well it’s about a talking cookie much like yourself.”

“Interesting,” noted the Ginger Bread Man. “Go on.”

“The talking cookie ran away from an old woman, an old man, a little boy, a cow, a horse, and a wolf.”

“Really,” said the Ginger Bread Man. “And what happened to the talking cookie?”

“He was tricked by a fox,” said the bookish man. “He foolishly got too close to the fox and the fox ate him.”

“My word,” remarked the Ginger Bread Man. “I quite agree. The talking cookie was quite foolish. I would never be taken in by a fox.”

“I see,” said the man as he adjusted his glasses. “By the way, you’re standing right next to me. Aren’t you afraid that I might try to grab you and eat you up?”

The Ginger Bread Man started to feel a little nervous. “Ah, you wouldn’t really do that, would you?”

“Of course not. But be careful when you cross the road. Traffic is a little busy.”

“Thank you Albert. You’ve been most kind.”

Just then, a gust of wind blew the Ginger Bread Man right off his feet. The next thing that he knew he was in the street.

“Get out of the street!” hollered Albert.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you.”

“Get out of the street! The traffic will…” At that very moment, a huge truck went barreling into the Ginger Bread Man. Poor Ginger Bread Man was crushed and flattened.

Albert felt very sad over the demise of the Ginger Bread Man. He caught sight of the truck as it passed him by. On the truck’s side was a picture of a fox with the logo, “Fox Bakery, Fresh From the Oven.” Once again, the fox did in the Ginger Bread Man.