When the Gingerbread Man Ran Away

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…He turned and continued his journey, his little legs carrying him further and further away from the confused dog and the happy meadow. The sun was still warm, the breeze was still gentle, and the world was still full of wonders to explore. He was a free gingerbread man, and nothing was going to stop him. Or so he thought. He didn’t notice the rustle in the tall grass just ahead, nor the glint of a pair of cunning eyes watching his every move. The adventure, it seemed, was far from over.