I could smell the cinnamon all the way up the stairs.
It called my name, begging me to wander to the source of the wonderful scent.
"run, run, as fast as you can. you'll never catch me I'm the gingerbread man"
As I reached the kitchen I saw the cookies on the pan.
By standing by his side and pushing him on.
Dally is one of the greaser who lacks being a hood
