There was once a ginger bread man living in a gingerbread house.
Every morning he used to wake up and think:
Is he made of house? Or is house made of him? That is the question.Sitting at the breakfast table having breakfast he questioned his existence.
Is he house? Or is he man?
Is he made of construction? Or is house made of flesh?He questioned everyday but never got the answer.
One day he was tired of questioning.
He took a piece of house and ate it.
He next he took a nibble on his arm. Weirdly, he felt no pain.He found the taste to be relatively similar.
He tried again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again but found no difference.
Luckily he was sane enough to not continue forever.
But still, to this day, he still questions:
Is he made of house? Or is house made of him?The End
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The Story of The Gingerbread Man {Short Story}
RandomThis story speaks about the existential crisis a Gingerbread Man had to face cause he wasn't sure whether he was made of house or whether house was made of him.