Gingerbread Man

I had given a cookie to the horses. They thought maybe Daddy had a cookie so came over to investigate while he was putting on the new gate latch for Pandora’s paddock.

Hubby: I am NOT made of cookies!”

What the horses heard: “Blah — blah — made of cookies!”Jackpot!

Pandora crowds closer nuzzling the back of his shirt collar: “Hmmm should I bite his head off first?”

T-man, more polite, but incoming ever closer and licking his lips: “I think maybe we should nibble on a leg or arm first.”

Little Girl: “I think I like cookies too! Save me some!”

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