15 December 2012
Sorry I forgot about this!
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Yeah, you read that right. You've all heard of me, the guy who said "Run, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man!" and got eaten by a fox.
Well, I wasn't eaten because here I am. The one you're probably thinking of is my cousin's nephew twice removed. Sadly, everyone thinks all gingerbread men are the same and we're all taken to be the one from the story.
I don't know why the fox was chasing him in the first place; you'd think he'd have been more interested in the hens, but what can I say. Gingerbread men are pretty popular this time of year.
Anyway, that relative of mine may have lost a leg running from the fox, but he never got EATEN. You really can't trust rumours.
So, a day in my life. It's that time of year for many of my kind to be born. It's sad really; we have such a reputation of being whiny, self-centered people. We're not all like that. But I know some who are. Such as my young relative. He was always a stuck up and prideful brat.
But all we really do is sit around in boxes until people buy us. Some of us get decorated and clothed in frosting. Some of us get placed by gingerbread houses. And most of us get eaten.
And that's about it. It's fairly awful.
But I heard we taste good.
A Day In The Life Of A Gingerbread Man • Opuss № I