"Wow, this all smells so good," Sharon said as she checked out the holiday meal Jim had prepared. "I'm impressed. It turns out you can make something more than a cheese sandwich after all."
"I do have my surprises," Jim beamed. He gestured to the plate of gingerbread men and said "Care for a cookie before dinner?"
"Don't mind if I do," she said as she reached for one... and it flipped over out of her grasp. "Huh!" she said, reaching for it again. This time it stood up on its little cookie legs and screamed a shrill high-pitched whine. Sharon and Jim returned with a shout of their own. The humans ran one way and the dozen cookies dashed off in the other direction. "What kind of cookies are those?" Sharon asked once she and Jim had locked themselves in the bedroom.
"I just followed the recipe," Jim said, "Cookies don't just come alive."
"Well these did," Sharon said. "Peek outside and see if they're still there."
"But... but what if they're dangerous?"
"They're cookies. How dangerous can they be?"
"Well, we did run away from them just now."
"Just look outside already," Sharon said, adjusting her bra strap.
Jim opened the door and peeked out into the living room and...
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