Another Story of Crossroads

A Story by Wisconsin

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Was waiting at a stop light for my chance to cross the street.

There were no cars coming, but I felt it was my duty to stand on the sidewalk and wait anyways.

The light switched from "Don't walk" to "Walk," and I was just about to step out when what I'm pretty sure was a gingerbread man ran by me.

Standing by the curb, stunned, I saw that the gingerbread man was being pursued by a little old woman, a little old man, a pig, some cattle, some farmers, a mean wild mustang, and... Well... Most of the town.

He's too quick for them. If you ask me, all of the idiots pursuing him should stop wasting their time and go bake some cookies. Round ones, without any legs.

But what do I know? I'm just some guy on the street corner.