"Daddy, tell the story about the transgendered

"Daddy, tell the story about the transgendered Gingerbread Boy again." "Honey, it's past your bedtime." "Please, Daddy?" "Oh alright. Once upon time there was a little gingerbread

girl. He always knew he was a Gingerbread Boy and was tired of sugar coating the truth. He donated his gender-based icing accoutrements and began his new journey. Life was sweet.

Until he met those elves. They lived in a tree and were workaholics. The gingerbread man thought, that because they made cookies they might help him with his gender crisis.

Gingerbread Man's crisis began one chilly day while he worked in the kitchen. He took a tray of cookies from the oven when he saw his reflection in the frosty window. Buttons

, the yappy terrier, was standing, growling, salivating right behind him. Gingerbread Man was cornered! Buttons pounced, but instead of running, Gingerbread Man stood his ground.

It was clash of the Titans. Buttons heaved against the Gingerbread Man as only a rabid terrier can, but the pastry's six-pack won the day. That's how Gingerbread man told the story

but some of us remember it quite differently. In the first place, Gingerbreadman didn't kill anybody. He might have killed our ability to smell but he didn't kill nobody. His djinn

self tricked his dinner guests into thinking that the djinn wasn't in, but the djinn was him! How many culinary figures could fix a situation like this? The Gingerbread Man can

Walk in fields of gold. That magical combination of ingredients was never to be tasted again. There was a lot of memories to be found in the Gingerbread Man's next attempt at it.

Unfortunately, these were not good memories. Mrs. Butterworth went so far as to declare it a crime against tastebuds and it was off with the Gingerbread Man's head.