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Gingerbread
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There was once a little old man and a little old woman, who lived in a little old house in the edge of a wood. They would have been a very happy old couple but for one thing -- they had no little child, and they wished for one very much. One day, when the little old woman was baking gingerbread, she cut a cake in the shape of a little boy, and put it into the oven.
Presently she went to the oven to see if it was baked. As soon as the oven door was opened, the little gingerbread boy jumped out, and began to run away as fast as he could go.
The little old woman called her husband, and they both ran after him. But they could not catch him. And soon the gingerbread boy came to a barn full of threshers. He called out to them as he went by, saying:
I've
run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the barn full of threshers set out to run after him. But, though they ran
fast, they could not catch him. And he ran on till he came to a field full of
mowers.He called out to them:
I've
run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the mowers began to run after him, but they couldn't catch him. And he ran on till he came to a cow.15 He called out to her:
I've
run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
And I can run away from you, I can!
But, though the cow started at once, she couldn't catch him. And soon he came
to a pig.He called out to the pig:
I've
run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow,
And I can run away from you, I can!
But the pig ran, and couldn't catch him. And he ran till he came across a fox,
and to him he called out:
I've
run away from a little old woman,
A little old man,
A barn full of threshers,
A field full of mowers,
A cow and a pig,
And I can run away from you, I can!
Then the fox set out to run. Now foxes can run
very fast, and so the fox soon caught the gingerbread boy and began to eat him
up.
Presently the gingerbread boy said,
"Oh dear! I'm quarter gone!"
And then, "Oh, I'm half gone!"
And soon, "I'm three-quarters gone!"
And at last, "I'm all gone!"
and never spoke again.
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MY COMMENTS... for which you all are waiting so very eagerly... |
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You see folks, most of us have been Ginger Bread Men...Women(since its a fairy tale meant for kids ..so the writer did not talk of women lest the dough would have had contours...you know what I mean ) all our lives. We run away from truth , reality - Old age - the ones we truely belong to - Our creator - parents in this life - they give birth to us , nourish us, educate us..but what do we give in return ? Nothing compared to what they have given us - the mother for example gives birth by her own blood and flesh - remains awake night after night to look after the baby...but things are not the same when its the turn of the children to look after their parents - they get married to some step-sister of Cinderella and kick both the parents out (refer . movie Baghbaan)- maybe to some Home for the aged - now those parents are born again andtake revenge - they send their child to some boarding school at the age of 4-5 ...this time the child is lonesome and loveless - he becomes more bitter and then starts to run - seeking freedom, money, fame ----reaches the FOX : money making machines, brutes, ruthless,Industrialists / Dream merchants etc. who suck each and every drop of your blood and you see yourself diminishing with time......
Conclusion : Be a human being first - caring, loving, gentle towards all - charity begins at home - so respect yourself , your parents, your neighbours, your colleagues, your boss ...this way you need'nt run aimlessly all your life.
Goodbye.