Hall of Infinite Doors
The smell of baking gingerbread is almost too much to bear. You run as fast as your legs can carry you to the door of that house and knock, perhaps a little louder than is polite. But the smell is making you crazy!
You wait a few moments. A sweet cool breeze blows past you, leaving little sugar crystals on your cheek. A few more moments pass, and you begin to tap your foot impatiently on the marzipan welcome mat. You knock again.
The door opens abruptly to reveal an angry-looking gingerbread man wrapped in a towel. You would try to see exactly what this towel is made of, but the man is holding your attention with a ferocious glare.
"What do you want?" he demands. "Can't you smell that the missus and I are making gingerbread here?"
"Uh I'm sorry," you stammer. The little man looks mad enough to bust a gumdrop, but that's when you realize how very bare he is. In fact, he appears to have only one gumdrop on his whole crusty body, which is unfortunately hidden under his towel. You see some gumdrops strewn along the floor, leading into another room where the door is shut. You figure that's the room whose window was producing such wonderful smells.
"Well, what is it you want?" he asks again, even more impatiently.
"Um, I was just walking by and I smelled some delicious gingerbread and I love gingerbread and um um I was wondering if I could maybe have a taste? I'd gladly buy it from you."
"Buy it from me! You goddamn pervert! I don't know where you're from or what your problem is, but I will give you three seconds to get out of my house before I blast your head open with my Caramel '38!"
This isn't going so well, is it? You somehow thought that Gingerbread People would be a little more pacifistic.
"Ok, I'm going!" you squeak.
You turn around in a tizzy and are on your way out when a female voice calls from behind the closed door,
"Honey, who's there?"
You wait a few moments. A sweet cool breeze blows past you, leaving little sugar crystals on your cheek. A few more moments pass, and you begin to tap your foot impatiently on the marzipan welcome mat. You knock again.
The door opens abruptly to reveal an angry-looking gingerbread man wrapped in a towel. You would try to see exactly what this towel is made of, but the man is holding your attention with a ferocious glare.
"What do you want?" he demands. "Can't you smell that the missus and I are making gingerbread here?"
"Uh I'm sorry," you stammer. The little man looks mad enough to bust a gumdrop, but that's when you realize how very bare he is. In fact, he appears to have only one gumdrop on his whole crusty body, which is unfortunately hidden under his towel. You see some gumdrops strewn along the floor, leading into another room where the door is shut. You figure that's the room whose window was producing such wonderful smells.
"Well, what is it you want?" he asks again, even more impatiently.
"Um, I was just walking by and I smelled some delicious gingerbread and I love gingerbread and um um I was wondering if I could maybe have a taste? I'd gladly buy it from you."
"Buy it from me! You goddamn pervert! I don't know where you're from or what your problem is, but I will give you three seconds to get out of my house before I blast your head open with my Caramel '38!"
This isn't going so well, is it? You somehow thought that Gingerbread People would be a little more pacifistic.
"Ok, I'm going!" you squeak.
You turn around in a tizzy and are on your way out when a female voice calls from behind the closed door,
"Honey, who's there?"