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Rated: E · Short Story · Fantasy · #2176742
Wrote this for the fun of it.
FOR A COOKIE


Once upon a time there was a small girl who lived in the woods outside of town. Every day, she would walk the long, lonely trail into town to barter her baked cookies for meat and vegetables that she and her mother needed because they didn’t have a garden or animals. One day, while walking to town she decided to take a short cut. Her mother told her to avoid this trail because nothing good ever happened to those who walked it. But the little girl was tired and needed to get to town quickly. She walked and walked and walked but it seemed she kept coming back to the same fork in the trail. Because of the time of day and it would be night soon, she decided that she needed to turn back and go home. But she couldn’t find the way back until finally she came across a strange little man along the trail.

“Sir,” she said. “Can you help me. I’m lost.”

“Of course, little one,” the impish man said. “Where do you want to go?”

“Home, of course, silly.”

“Not so silly. Where’s home?” The little man asked.

She sat down on a large rock and began to cry. “I don’t know.”

“For a cookie I’ll tell you.” The little girl opened her basket and gave the man a cookie.

“So, where do I live? I want to go home.”

The little man finished his cookie and licked the sugar from his fingers. With a twinkle in his eye he said, “You live over there.”

“Where? All I see is forest.”

“For another cookie I’ll give you directions.” He held out his hand.

“But that’s the last one. My mother and I will have to eat these for dinner since I didn’t get to town.”

“Oh,” said the little man as he bit his cookie. “I can help. I have magic. What do you need?”

“We need meat and vegetables, eggs and things so I can make more cookies for tomorrow. Can you really help and get me home?”

The little man smiled at her devilishly and said, “For a cookie I can.”
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