The Oven Loves All of His Children

Great job. You've filled the room with smoke.

It wasn't my fault. I actually wanted those cookies

as a matter of fact. You however, seemed to want

to destroy the little procreations of Gingerbread

Land, burning them, sending them to the hell they

all feared when they read their gingerbread bibles.

Nowhere in the gingerbread bibles

did it predict that their only fate was to become smoke-

particles and then rise to the ceiling as they would all

scream for purgatory. They promised to be good cookies

that would help the homeless of Gingerbread

Land, doing whatever their Ovengod wanted.

You stopped everyone from doing what they wanted:

Their plans of initiating a bible

study group. Going to the Gingerbread

Tropics to refrost houses that went up in smoke

the last time you burned a tribe of cookies.

Now the gingerbread neighbors have to start all

over again, tending to the mourning wives of all

the decadent sinners, the delinquents' parents that only wanted

what was best for their crispy children, and the cookie-

orphans of rum-soaked transgressors that never read the bible

to the children, but rather blew smoke

into their gumdrop eyes. Tragedies among men of Gingerbread.

The mayor of this anguished Gingerbread

Land called a town meeting today in honor of the neighbors they

had lost. They began to lose faith in the Ovengod who smoked

cigars. He had let them down and ignored what they wanted

and asked for: to be normal and crunchy and delicious. They

decided to keep devotion to Him as a sad community of cookies.

Tomorrow, as the exhaust clears, this community of cookies

will go on as it had the day before, with gingerbread

picket-fences, and everyone will study their sugary bibles

boasting that the next time there's a catastrophe, they

will be saved from the fiery fate. They claim to not want

to sent to the burners, but act as if they live off smoke.

They can only hope that if you try to make cookies, you'll think about how they

just want to have a normal, happy, Gingerbread neighborhood. Also, they want

crispier bibles, and they really, really don't want to go to a hell of smolder and smoke.