Gingerbread Mayhem
When cookies come to life (and make a mess)!
Grandmother pulled the last tray of gingerbread men from the oven. Suddenly, one by one, they all started to move and squirm. The baking sheets rippled and ripped. But Grandmother didn’t know what was going on. She had set down in front of the table with a glass of milk and one of the cookies she had just baked with her nose in a book.
She reached over where her cookie was and began to draw it towards her mouth to eat. She was about to open her mouth when a horrid screeching noise came from the cookie. From this, she was then surprised and dropped it onto the floor. Then she heard a gasp as the cookie landed on the floor and broke in half.
While she was down picking up the pieces, she was unaware that the mischievous cookies had all been running around the kitchen playing with all the unusually big machines and all the interesting things. One was at the mixer where the leftover batter was, the little cookie then turned the mixer on high and laughed at the batter flying all across the ceiling, floor, countertop, and everywhere. One was fiddling around with the box of dishwasher soap and spilled it on the floor. And yet others were digging in the fridge defiling all the humongous containers of food and produce, all of which they had never seen before.
In all of this commotion, Grandmother had no idea what was going on as she was deep into reading her book. She had no idea that at this moment, we were heading over for a surprise visit. Only, we didn’t know that we would be more surprised when we got there.
When we came in the door and walked slowly into the kitchen, we all gasped. It was a mess! Produce and other refrigerated foods, flour, and batter, dishwasher soap, and other things were all over the kitchen counters, and floors, and just smeared all over the place. That’s when we called for Grandmother to get in the kitchen immediately. She rose and came in, and gasped at the mess.
We heard her mutter, “Oh, how will I clean this mess!” We all helped her for the next hour to wipe up the counters and clean up everything else. The cookies were set out and my very little brother, Sammy, pointed at them and said, “OOOOH! COOKIES!” in his squeaky voice. They were all lying in an almost perfect array.
She then gave us each one and we sat at the table. Then I asked…
“Grandmother, who made the mess!”
And she told me she had no idea. It was all clean when she left the kitchen to eat her cookie. She also told them about the shrieking cookie she tried to eat. Just then, I decided to try the cookie, and “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Then everyone exploded into laughter. We knew that only one thing could have made the mess. The gingerbread men!
Then all of them started squirming again. The baking sheets rippled and ripped. And they all ran to the table, jumped up, held hands, and started dancing. Then, in unison, they all sang traditional Christmas songs, and we joined in also.