A/n: I figured it was time for me to upload something here again. Well actually this was just hanging around my desktop and was taking up space so now it's moved to fictionpress to take up space and I can delete it off my desktop.

Once upon a time, long, long ago in a land far, far way from here lived a little old man and a little old woman in a little, old cottage. One day the little old woman was in her little, old kitchen cooking a little gingerbread man,

She had an old recipe that had been passed down from mother to the daughter over the years. She added the secret ingredient, gave him currants for eyes and cherries for buttons and then put him in the little, old oven to bake.

The little old woman and the little old man were very hungry and wanted to eat the little gingerbread man. Also the fact that the special ingredient that was very addictive helped.

Soon the Gingerbread man was cooked. The little, old woman opened her little, old oven. However the little gingerbread man had other plans. He jumped out of the tin and ran out the little window and shouted in his little voice, "Don't eat me!"

The little old woman and the little old man ran after the gingerbread man. "Stop! Stop!" They yelled, as they were very hungry. They couldn't eat something else because of the special ingredient in the gingerbread man.

"Run, run as fast as you can! You can't catch me. I'm the gingerbread man!"

They ran down the lane where there was a pig. He smelled the special ingredient and decided he would quite like to eat the gingerbread man. He told the gingerbread man so. The gingerbread man would have none of this so the pig joined in the chase.

A little further on they met a cow that had the same feelings as the pig. Further on there was a horse that watched in amusement as the pig, cow the little old woman and the little old man chased the gingerbread man.

The gingerbread man was having a lot of fun running. No one could catch him! He was too fast. He told them so but they hadn't listened. They wanted to eat him so badly and he knew exactly why. It really was an ego boost.

The gingerbread man eventually came to a river. "Oh no! They will catch me. How can I cross the river?"

A fox came out from behind a tree and offered to help. The gingerbread man hoped on the fox's tail but the high water forced him to climb onto the fox's back. The swimming fox said to the gingerbread man. "You are too heavy. I am tired. Jump onto my nose."

So the gingerbread man obeyed. No sooner had they reached the other side, than the fox tossed the gingerbread man up in the air. He opened his mouth and 'snap' that was the end of the gingerbread man.

The fox licked his lips and gasped. The little, old lady did drugs. The gingerbread man was also a cocaine man. That was the last though the fox had before he got high and became addicted to cocaine.

Moral: Don't do cocaine or else a fox will eat you (or more probable it will kill you but I think the fox eating you has a better ring to it.)