“A bird in the
hand is worth two in the bush.”
Colonel
Sanders* #quote
Today I found
what you were looking for. But then I put it back where I found it so
you should keep looking. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The
Gingerbread Man Burglar
“Haha! You
can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!” The world of magic knew
his words rang true as he cackled and ran through the streets. Spells
would bounce off the little doughy candy man and not even a dragon in
its mightiest burst of flight could catch up to him. He stole money,
jewelry, toys, clocks, a live chicken even. The list goes on and on.
Though small he had incredible strength and whatever he could hold up
in his little hands or stuff in the bag he carried that suited his
fancy he would take.
His immunity to
spells baffled wizards of the world. What could this little animated
Gingerbread Man want? Their only guess was that some powerful wizard
created him and gave him the powerful enchantments to give him such
magical protection and speed. And the powerful wizard commanded him
to take valuables. The only hole in their theory...
“Haha! You
can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!” he yelled as he stole
some dirt from someone's backyard. With valuable antiques on their
porch he could have taken, why did he stuff some dirt in his little
bag?
A clever wizard
named Wallace decided that he would answer this question not by
trying to catch the Gingerbread Man himself but enchanting something
the Gingerbread Man stole. The Gingerbread Man was famous for
appearing anywhere in the world of magic so it took him months to be
in the same place at the same time, but he pulled it off. Right when
the Gingerbread Man stole candy from a baby he put a tracking spell
on it.
The entire
world followed his spell, on the news or as a legion of officers
followed chase. After six hours of an intense chase they found the
Gingerbread Man's layer deep in a mountain cave. And in the cave they
found his entire horde of possessions and magic symbols chiseled into
the walls at whatever height a Gingerbread Man could reach.
The high level
wizards among the officers recognized what the symbols meant. They
were runes for casting a spell to give human life to non-living. The
version on the walls was a complex spell that required thousands of
components to cast. And the Gingerbread Man had most of them. Only a
few more and he would have all he needed to make himself human.
The Gingerbread
Man smiled with his icing lips and lept among the officers to take a
few of their personal possessions. Pilfering them was easy since
people were still startled at seeing all the symbols, whether they
understood them or not. And after he added those items to his other
stolen things the cave filled with light.
He went from
being the Gingerbread Man to just being a simple man.
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