ittle Tina followed her brother's gaze down the road, between the sharp skeletons of maple trees and jagged bushes with their leaves scattered on the ground, to a most delicious-looking house. It appeared to be sculpted out of layers of rich frosting, dusted with shiny crystal sugar that glinted under the moonlight, and sprinkled with candied bits throughout. Even the walk leading up to the creamy chocolate door appeared to be made out of cookie bars.

​Little Tina gasped, "Wow, would you look at that?!? A candy house! Let's go in and eat our way through it."

Little Timmy tried to act like the responsible big brother. "I don't know, Little Tina. I seem to remember that something not so nice usually dwells within candy houses. Besides, it's very late. We need to be getting home."

"Oh, you're a stick in the mud. You can do whatever you want, but I can't pass up a candy house," Little Tina said, and with that she was off and running, leaving Little Timmy sputtering behind her.

"Stop! Little Tina, you're misbehaving. Do you hear me? Stop, right now!"

It was to no avail. Little Tina ran ahead as fast as her little legs could take her, her arms wheeling in the crisp air, anticipating the delicious reward she was going to get when she reached the end of the cookie walk.

"Little Tina Tinytot, this is insubordination, indeed! Stop!" Little Timmy huffed, running after her, but it was futile as she was too far ahead and too determined for him to stop her. Naughty girl!

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