When the Gingerbread Man Ran Away

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…With a deep breath, the Gingerbread Man took a leap of faith. He landed on the fox’s broad, furry back, his little gingerbread hands clinging tightly to the russet fur. The fox, with a surprisingly gentle motion, waded into the cool, rushing water. The current tugged at them, but the fox swam with strong, steady strokes. The Gingerbread Man felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had done it! He had outsmarted the fox, or so he thought. He was on his way to safety, and the world was still waiting. The river was wide, but the fox was strong, and soon, they would be on the other side. He relaxed his grip slightly, a small smile starting to form on his gingerbread face. He was safe. For now.