I am a gingerbread man who is grateful for my three arms.
I wonder if those cookies will be my friends.
I hear the dag barking. He sounds hungry.
I see the dog coming up to me. He looks very, very, very, very hungry.
I want a catapult so I can stop him from eating my friends.
I am a gingerbread man that will protect my fellow cookies.
I pretend I’m an army man, because army men are brave.
I feel sad for the dog because he will be defeated.
I touch a fork to defend myself.
I worry that I might get eaten if I don’t watch that dog.
I cry because some of my cookie friends are dead.
The dog ate them, and now they are only crumbs.
I am a sad gingerbread man who has lost his friends.
I understand I have six friends left.
I say, “We still have hope.”
I dream this never happened.
I try not to cry. Me and the cookies make an army with spoons and forks.
I hope no more of my cookie friends get eaten.
I am an army gingerbread man that will defend myself and my cookies.