It was a stormy night in July.  My new and quietly suspicious neighbors were baking. 
Instinctively I became concerned when the smell of ginger drifted towards my home. 
Uneasy I retired to my bed for the evening.  I was awoken sometime later by the
overwhellming smell of ginger.  To my dismay five small yet ferocious gingerbread men
were upon me.  I tried to fight them off, but they were evil and powerful.  The wretched
men attacked until I was but bloody pulp.  Then without a sound my vallant and trusted
German Shepard rushed in.  With a gulp the dreded gingerbread men were gone.


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