Something really really crazy happened. When my mom opened the oven to get the ginger-bread men out of the oven the unbelievable happened. One of the ginger-bread men jumped out, bit her finger, and ran. I tried to grab it, but it just kicked me and ran even faster. “OOOOOWWWWWWWW!” yelled my mom and I sympathetically. We chased it all through the house. I finally caught it and ate it. It tasted really good. She had to make another batch because the dog had already eaten the batch that she made earlier.