Once upon a time

The gingerbread man was a sweet little cookie who had no idea how much baggage the fox was carrying when they met.

It wasn't until they were half way across the river that it began to dawn on him that he might be in a very bad place.

At the very least, he was in a place where he didn't belong. 

Instead of freedom he found himself surrounded with water that could dissolve him, spirit and all, and sharp teeth that could devour him in one bite. 

He put himself in a bad place and it was his job to get himself out.

The gingerbread man failed.

I try valiantly not to do those things anymore.