The Broken Gingerbread Man

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As I was baking in the 450 degree oven, I began to notice I was cracking! Panic I felt as my stomach started to slowly break in half. What was happening?


Questions began to bubble up in my cinnamon brain in the oven.


"Was my dough not mixed up properly?"


"Was I supposed to be baked at 3500 degrees?"


I was alone on the baking sheet because my gingerbread friends took all the space on the other sheet.


My human mother, that's very kind and put extra ginger in me, forgot to put the baking gloves on her hands when she pulled me out of the oven and I fell to the ground. She picked me up quickly and put me on the plate with my friends. Disappointment stained her eyes as she stared at me, broken. When the time to ice us came around, I was feeling very excited. My friends were being picked up one by one by the children in the kitchen, yet, I was still laying here.


Sarah, a very excellent artist, picked up Cinn-Gin and painted a very beautiful outfit on him in the whitest of king. Cinn-Gin was now a brown body with white buttons, who always likes to smile.


I began to feel worried, still lying on the plate, what if nobody would ice me?


Lena, a very energetic 7 year old, whose smile turned straight into a frown came up to me. She was staring at me and her face was plastered with disappointment. "Mom? Where's my cookie?"


"There's one on the plate still, right?" Lena's mom, Jane, called back.


"Yes, but this one is ugly."


Wow, that's what they thought of me. I thought for sure I' d be decorated.


Frowning from ear to ear, Lena approached me. She was very disappointed when she noticed she didn't have a cookie to decorate.


She fed me to the dog.

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1. Compound Sentence

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3. Participial Phrase

4. Appositive Phrase

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6. Adverb Clause