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SNAKE COOKIES
It was all a big misunderstanding. I was having a Snake Day party with my littlest grandchildren. One of the activities was baking snake cookies. It started out well enough. The kids formed their cookies with great artistic flair - even Paw got involved and taught us how to make a toothpick armature to make a coiled Cobra stand upright.
They were baking well enough, but then something went horribly wrong. When the timer buzzed, we removed the cookie sheet to find one giant cookie in the shape of the pan. We learned armatures don’t help cookie dough act like clay. All that vertical dough was now horizontal and melted everything together.
Being resourceful, we decided to cut snake shapes out of the giant cookie so we could still have some fun decorating. The kids worked carefully with their plastic knives until we had nice squiggly snakes cooling.
When Paw came back into the kitchen to see how things were coming, he was shocked. “You can’t eat those,” he ordered. “The little pieces of toothpicks could get lodged in your throat and kill you.”
We knew there were seven little pokey spears somewhere in those snakes, so we started breaking them apart to try to find them. By the time we were done, there were no snakes left, only cookie crumbs.
AND THAT’S NOT THE BAD PART
A few days later, a plate of snake cookies and a letter from Ugly Bugly the witch arrived in the enchanted portal near our driveway. She was not happy with me. Here is a photo of the letter and the cookies. I’m in trouble now.
Here is a close-up of the letter from Ugly Bugly so you can read it. You can tell it’s really from her because it changes to a different color every time you photograph it.
UGLY BUGLY’S FANCY COOKIES
Now it was time to squeeze the cookie a little, sniff it for signs of evil, and stall until the kids worked up their courage to take a bite of a cookie made by a witch.
THE DAMNING EVIDENCE
I wrote a poem about the misunderstanding, hoping it would make Ugly Bugly less angry and less dangerous. She just used it as evidence of my guilt, though. My life was in the hands of the judges. If they liked the crumb cookies better, I would win. If they liked the witchy snake cookies, Ugly Bugly would win and be declared the Best Baker forever! Here is the evidence poem.
“THE COOKIES ALWAYS TASTE BETTER IF THEY COME WITH A POEM.” - GRANNY