The Tale of the Gingerbread Man

I had heard of a gingerbread house, but a gingerbread mouse? This story was told to me by a liar, a scoundrel, a louse. The gingerbread mouse was living in a cracker box – Ritz. If anyone shook it, he would come out and have many fits. He was determined to stay in there until Christmas day. But the chili-eating family kept scooting the crackers away. They had been his hiding place, and he was angry at them. He bit one of their fingers on Tuesday, a kid name of Jim.