When the Gingerbread Man Ran Away

Previously

…With a grateful nod, the Gingerbread Man didn't need any more encouragement. The river! He imagined the cool water, the different smells, the new adventures. He was already picturing himself on the other side, waving goodbye to the meadow and all its inhabitants. He set off again, his little legs a blur against the green, a determined smile on his frosting face, already forgetting the cow's words of caution, eager for the next part of his grand adventure. He was free, and he was fast, and he was sure that nothing could possibly stop him now.