Welcome to Granny's Bookmark. Today's story is... Gingerbread Friends by Jan Brett. The sassy Gingerbread baby lived in a scrumptious Gingerbread house in the bedroom of a boy named Matty. He was happy with the toys and treats that Matty made for him. Still, something was missing. One day, he watched Matty go off with his friends to ski and to skate, and he knew what it was. I'm the Gingerbread baby. Happy as can be. Until Matty goes out. Then it's mommy here for me. I want a friend of my own. The Gingerbread baby thought. The next morning, Matty stayed home. But he was too busy in the kitchen to play. So, the Gingerbread baby snipped out and headed for the village to look for a friend. The Gingerbread baby walked along the lane. He came to a bakery and saw a man and a woman just his size in the window. Maybe they would like to be my friends, he thought. Inside, the Gingerbread baby popped up in front of them and sang. I'm the Gingerbread baby. Happy as can be. Only friends with you. You'll be friends with me. But the man and the woman just stared straight ahead like statues. Eyes wide open. The Gingerbread baby saw a sugar-cooking girl nearby. He cartwheeled across the marshmallow snow singing. I'm the Gingerbread baby. How it asked me. Only friends with you. You'll be friends with me. But she didn't look at him and she didn't say a word. Next, the Gingerbread baby spotted seven white swans swimming on a sugar-frosting sea. He leaped toward them and called out in excitement. I'm the Gingerbread baby. I'll be friends with you. If you'll be friends with me. But the elegant swans didn't even hawk a hello. They stayed exactly as they were stiff and still. The Gingerbread baby turned and gazed up at a cake as tall as a mountain with icy ledges and a man and a woman dancing on top. Petty coats and coat tails flying. I'm the Gingerbread baby. Petty asked me. How it was friends with you. If you'll be friends with me. But when he reached the top, he saw that they weren't dancing at all. They were as still as stone. The Gingerbread baby was about to give up. When he saw a door, just his size. I'll go in there and think about what to do next, he thought. He slid down the cake and ran inside where he fell. Sound asleep. Squishy, squishy. The Gingerbread baby woke up and found himself face to face with a real live mama mouse nibbling on his marshmallow pom-pom. Oh no, he thought. Home is the place for me. And he ran out of the bakery with the mouse, the cat, the baker and his wife, not far behind him. As the Gingerbread baby raised home on his rooster, the unfriendly creatures chasing him were joined by a red fox, who almost caught the Gingerbread baby as he flew over the fence and ran into Maddie's house just in time. Tired and sad. The Gingerbread baby started to cry. The Gingerbread baby slowly asked him to be. No one wants to be my friend. As far as I can see. But then he heard some singing and a trail of cupcakes caught his eye. He climbed the stairs and you'll never guess what he found. Where Gingerbread friends? Where if the rest can be? Where will we friends with you? If you'll be friends with me. And me? And me? Yay! Thank you for visiting Grimmies Booker to get more information for this book, check the description box below. And shoot it on Zap this video. Click the subscribe button for the latest videos on Grimmies Booker.