“Lawks! the gingerbread will be all baked to a cinder,” she ran down into the kitchen, and threw open the oven door. And the square cakes were all done, nice and hard and brown, and the round cakes were all done, nice and hard and brown, and the gingerbread man was all done too, nice and hard and brown; and he was standing up in his corner, with his little caraway-seed eyes sparkling, and his raisin mouth bubbling over with mischief, while he waited for the oven door to be opened. The instant the door was opened, with a hop, skip, and a jump, he went right over the square cakes and the round cakes, and over the cook’s arm, and before she could say “Jack Robinson” he was running across the kitchen floor, as fast as his little legs would carry him, towards the back door, which was standing wide open, and through which he could see the garden path.
Hela berättelsen ”The Little Gingerbread Man” av George Haven Putnam, hittar du hos Gutenberg.
En berättelse som passar vare sig du hunnit baka pepparkakor eller ej.
J ag har precis tagit ut sista plåten med pepparkakor, jättegoda, men jag har inte sett röken av någon pepparkakspojke. Hälften av mina är runda och resten hjärtan.
SvaraRaderaFina bilder!
Johanna