The boy was everything the man wasn’t — humble, thoughtful, clever. He knew he had to be or else he’d suffer a similar fate.
But he still had the same problem – how to escape from that old baker and his angry wife? The river was too wide for a jump, and one drop would turn him into mush.
“I can take you,” the fox grinned.
He knew what the sly fox had done to his father but also knew something dad didn’t. Foxes and chocolate don’t mix.
The little gingerbread boy tapped his pocket. One hunk should do the trick.
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