[Lawtan]

As he realizes that his clothes are made of the sugar of his eyes, a head, cruel and massive, knocks from on high.

"Little man, little man, feed me your home, lest I break your ginger bones."

The gingerbread man said in reply, "I am my home, by the sugary skylight. I will not feed you what is mine tonight."

The grinning head spoke not, but a hammer in hand, he lifted it above house and the gingerbread man.