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THE COOKIE THIEF
“Don’t eat any cookies. They’re for tomorrow.”
Those words rang through little Fatima’s head as she slithered out of bed, her stomach craving chocolate chip cookies. She was determined like her mother: nothing would stop her from getting those cookies! Through cartoon laws of physics, the young draglet slid under her door and popped up in the hallway. Mommy and daddy were in the bedroom.
Fatima tiptoed downstairs, careful not to step on any of the boards that creaked, else she get caught. The draglet jumped off the last step and softly landed on the hallway floor. She looked up and froze, her ears perked, waiting for the master bedroom door to open.
But it didn’t.
The draglet signed in relief. She quickly made her way over to the kitchen. Sitting on top of the refrigerator was a big jar full of cookies. Fatima wondered how to reach the sweets. She looked at the dining room table, a number of chairs surrounding it. Suddenly the little wheels in her little brain began to turn: What if she stacked up three chairs and climbed up them to get the cookies? That would work! Fatima nodded to herself in assurance and grabbed a chair. She slid it across the kitchen floor, making a loud scrapping noise as the legs moved, and pushed it against the refrigerator. She suddenly froze, her ears perked.
The master bedroom door closed, and footsteps could be heard going to the stairs. Fatima let out a gasp. She was in big time trouble! The draglet looked at the chair, than at the cookie jar. She immediately hoped up on the chair and jumped up and down to try and get the jar, knowing full well she couldn’t reach it but unable to accept what she knew. She had to get those cookies before she got in trouble. Footsteps descended downstairs.
“Fatima!”
The draglet stopped jumping; she slowly turned around to face mother. Hana stood in the kitchen doorway, a purple robe around her body, with a belt to keep it from falling down. She looked sternly at her daughter, whom she had commanded not to eat the cookies just a hour ago. The dragoness tried not to speak sharply, keeping her voice calm and caring.
“Sweety, what did I tell you?”
Fatima bit her bottom lip, trying to come up with a lie. There weren’t too many things she had “been told”, so it wasn’t like she could confuse one commandment for another; but she could certainly feign this and hope mommy would fall for it – even though she never did. The draglet remembered one commandment and repeated it with a smile like a child.
“Never do to daddy what you do to him ever again?”
Hana shook her head no.
“No. What did I tell you an hour ago?”
Fatima acted like she had forgotten, than suddenly remembered what it was.
“Um, don’t eat the cookies because they’re for tomorrow?”
Hana nodded her head yes.
“Yep. Now put the chair back and go to your room.”
The draglet protested, her stomach along with her.
“But, but I’m hungry! I need cookies to survive!”
Mommy wasn’t buying it; though her heart was full of compassion.
“Sweety, we have fruit. If you’re hungry you can have an apple or an orange—“
Fatima snorted, not wanting any fruit. She craved sweet food.
“I don’t like apples and I don’t like fruit named after colors!”
Hana offered something else to eat.
“How about a banana?”
The daughter crossed her arms in rejection.
“Too many a’s in its name!”
Mommy let out an inaudible sign, tired of playing this game. She crossed her arms firmly.
“Sweety, you can either have a fruit or go to your room.”
Fatima stomped out of the kitchen, looking more funny than angry. (Though Hana didn’t laugh) She stomped up the stairs and stomped into her room, and slammed the door shut to let everyone know how she felt. Fatima kicked her LEGO castle down in anger; she wanted those cookies! The draglet glared at her LEGO blocks, as if they were the cause of her misfortunate. But suddenly, her expression changed; suddenly she had an idea, a plan. Fatima immediately crouched down and began to build a three-step ladder out of LEGO blocks: she would use it to get to the jar of cookies. Yes, the plan was foolproof!
The draglet worked nonstop for a full hour, piecing blocks together and sizing up the steps to make sure they matched perfectly in length and width. When she was finished engineering her ladder, Fatima raced out the door to try it out – but halted at the stairs.
“Mommy?” Fatima called out.
No one answered.
“Mooooommy?” Fatima called out again.
Still no one answered.
Thinking the cost was clear, the draglet raced downstairs as quietly as possible and dashed into the kitchen. She set her ladder down against the bottom of the refrigerator. Carefully she climbed up onto the first step. It creaked beneath her weight, but didn’t break. Carefully still she climbed up onto the second step. It also creaked but didn’t break. Ever carefully she climbed up onto the third and final step. The whole ladder creaked, but it didn’t break. Fatima grinned and jumped up; she grabbed the edge of the refrigerator top and climbed up, her little toe claws scrapping against the freezer door. The draglet reached for the cookie jar – when suddenly…
”Get down from there!”
Hana came in from the backyard, work gloves on her hands and a little gardening shovel in her left glove. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her daughter as Fatima got down off the refrigerator, foiled again. The dragoness signed, wondering what to do with her daughter. Fatima just stood there, head down, wondering what her mommy was going to do. After a long silence, Hana decided to tell Fatima to go to her room and stay there until dinner time, than go back to her room after supper – missing homemade smoothies.
At ten o’clock at night, Fatima laid awake in bed, stomach grumbling. She still wanted cookies! The draglet pondered how to get the cookies as she pouted over her punishment.
“I’m not pouting.”
Pouting over the punishment measured out to her, Fatima thought about how to get to the jar of cookies without being caught. She’d have to be really sneaky and use the darkness to her advantage. Like a ninja!
“I’m not pouting!”
Finished pouting. The draglet pressed her ear against the back wall of her room. She listened for any noise coming from her parents’ room. With her ear against the wall for a full five minutes, Fatima heard nothing at all; only silence. Mommy and daddy must have gone to bed early that night; it was a rare occasion but it did occur now and than.
“I wasn’t pouting!!”
Believing herself free to roam around the house without the fear of being caught, the draglet slipped out of bed and out her room. She tiptoed down the stairs again, very carefully, and tiptoed all the way to the kitchen. Fatima gave one last glance up at the master bedroom just to make sure no one was coming, than, grinning, turned her gaze upon the refrigerator. The cookie jar sitting on top of it looked like it was glowing! Licking her lips, Fatima entered the kitchen.
Suddenly a bright light shined on her.
“Eek!”
Hana lowered her flashlight, letting her daughter see who was shining the light in her face. She sat in a chair in a corner of the kitchen, waiting for her daughter, knowing just how determined she was at getting those cookies. The dragoness took a big bite out of a chocolate chip cookie, eating half of it, and chewed the bite before speaking a word.
“I told you not to eat the cookies, and you deliberately disobeyed me three times today by trying to sneak a cookie out of the jar. Correct?”
Fatima lowered her head in shame, knowing full well the answer. Her voice was choked with sorrow as she answered her mother.
“Y-yes, mommy.”
Hana set the rest of her cookie between her boobs, and pat her lap, gesturing Fatima to come to her. The draglet obeyed, head still down. Her mother now spoke in a low voice, not wanting to scare her child.
“Bend over my knees.”
Fatima promptly obeyed, bending herself over Hana’s knees. She knew what was going to come, and while she didn’t want it, she deserved it, and there was nothing she could do to stop it from coming. It came fast and swift, lasting no more than a minute – if not less.
Hana swat the draglet’s bottom three times, each time making her daughter gasp in pain, and, on the third swat, let out a cry, her eyes watering up with tears. Mommy let her go now; she slowly stood back up, rivers running down her cheeks. Hana still spoke in a low motherly tone, reminding Fatima not to eat the cookies and to go back to bed; and just to make sure her words were remembered, she swat the draglet as she turned to go. That swat made Fatima race up the stairs and into her room. She jumped on her bed and buried her face into a pillow, the soft cushion muffling her crying as she wet it with her tears.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Hana took the half-eaten cookie out from her cleavage. Just as she was about to eat it, her husband came into the kitchen, needing a glass of milk. The dragoness stared at him like a deer into headlights; she was caught in the act! Nick noticed the cookie in her hand and glared. The dragon spoke in an annoyed yet caring voice.
“Dear, what are you doing?”
Hana closed her mouth. She tried to think up an excuse, but couldn’t come up with one.
“Um, well, I was hungry, and I—“
Nick cut her off.
“Dear, you know those cookies are for tomorrow.”
The dragon waited a moment, letting his words sink in. Than continued:
“Stand up.”
Hana promptly stood up, and Nick sat down in her place. He patted his lap gently. The dragoness whimpered, but bent down over the dragon’s knees anyways. With three swift motions of his hand Nick swat the dragoness’s butt, each strike of his hand echoing through the house, followed by Hana’s loud cry of pain. When the spankings were over with she stood up again, rubbing her soreness with one hand. She was ordered to go to her room, which she did, running up the stairs while warm tears rolled down her face.
Nick looked down at the cookie on the floor. He picked up the crescent-shaped thing and dropped it back into the jar – for Hana to finish tomorrow. The dragon wasn’t thirsty anymore, so he went back to bed, hoping there wouldn’t be any more thievery that night.
THE COOKIE THIEF
“Don’t eat any cookies. They’re for tomorrow.”
Those words rang through little Fatima’s head as she slithered out of bed, her stomach craving chocolate chip cookies. She was determined like her mother: nothing would stop her from getting those cookies! Through cartoon laws of physics, the young draglet slid under her door and popped up in the hallway. Mommy and daddy were in the bedroom.
Fatima tiptoed downstairs, careful not to step on any of the boards that creaked, else she get caught. The draglet jumped off the last step and softly landed on the hallway floor. She looked up and froze, her ears perked, waiting for the master bedroom door to open.
But it didn’t.
The draglet signed in relief. She quickly made her way over to the kitchen. Sitting on top of the refrigerator was a big jar full of cookies. Fatima wondered how to reach the sweets. She looked at the dining room table, a number of chairs surrounding it. Suddenly the little wheels in her little brain began to turn: What if she stacked up three chairs and climbed up them to get the cookies? That would work! Fatima nodded to herself in assurance and grabbed a chair. She slid it across the kitchen floor, making a loud scrapping noise as the legs moved, and pushed it against the refrigerator. She suddenly froze, her ears perked.
The master bedroom door closed, and footsteps could be heard going to the stairs. Fatima let out a gasp. She was in big time trouble! The draglet looked at the chair, than at the cookie jar. She immediately hoped up on the chair and jumped up and down to try and get the jar, knowing full well she couldn’t reach it but unable to accept what she knew. She had to get those cookies before she got in trouble. Footsteps descended downstairs.
“Fatima!”
The draglet stopped jumping; she slowly turned around to face mother. Hana stood in the kitchen doorway, a purple robe around her body, with a belt to keep it from falling down. She looked sternly at her daughter, whom she had commanded not to eat the cookies just a hour ago. The dragoness tried not to speak sharply, keeping her voice calm and caring.
“Sweety, what did I tell you?”
Fatima bit her bottom lip, trying to come up with a lie. There weren’t too many things she had “been told”, so it wasn’t like she could confuse one commandment for another; but she could certainly feign this and hope mommy would fall for it – even though she never did. The draglet remembered one commandment and repeated it with a smile like a child.
“Never do to daddy what you do to him ever again?”
Hana shook her head no.
“No. What did I tell you an hour ago?”
Fatima acted like she had forgotten, than suddenly remembered what it was.
“Um, don’t eat the cookies because they’re for tomorrow?”
Hana nodded her head yes.
“Yep. Now put the chair back and go to your room.”
The draglet protested, her stomach along with her.
“But, but I’m hungry! I need cookies to survive!”
Mommy wasn’t buying it; though her heart was full of compassion.
“Sweety, we have fruit. If you’re hungry you can have an apple or an orange—“
Fatima snorted, not wanting any fruit. She craved sweet food.
“I don’t like apples and I don’t like fruit named after colors!”
Hana offered something else to eat.
“How about a banana?”
The daughter crossed her arms in rejection.
“Too many a’s in its name!”
Mommy let out an inaudible sign, tired of playing this game. She crossed her arms firmly.
“Sweety, you can either have a fruit or go to your room.”
Fatima stomped out of the kitchen, looking more funny than angry. (Though Hana didn’t laugh) She stomped up the stairs and stomped into her room, and slammed the door shut to let everyone know how she felt. Fatima kicked her LEGO castle down in anger; she wanted those cookies! The draglet glared at her LEGO blocks, as if they were the cause of her misfortunate. But suddenly, her expression changed; suddenly she had an idea, a plan. Fatima immediately crouched down and began to build a three-step ladder out of LEGO blocks: she would use it to get to the jar of cookies. Yes, the plan was foolproof!
The draglet worked nonstop for a full hour, piecing blocks together and sizing up the steps to make sure they matched perfectly in length and width. When she was finished engineering her ladder, Fatima raced out the door to try it out – but halted at the stairs.
“Mommy?” Fatima called out.
No one answered.
“Mooooommy?” Fatima called out again.
Still no one answered.
Thinking the cost was clear, the draglet raced downstairs as quietly as possible and dashed into the kitchen. She set her ladder down against the bottom of the refrigerator. Carefully she climbed up onto the first step. It creaked beneath her weight, but didn’t break. Carefully still she climbed up onto the second step. It also creaked but didn’t break. Ever carefully she climbed up onto the third and final step. The whole ladder creaked, but it didn’t break. Fatima grinned and jumped up; she grabbed the edge of the refrigerator top and climbed up, her little toe claws scrapping against the freezer door. The draglet reached for the cookie jar – when suddenly…
”Get down from there!”
Hana came in from the backyard, work gloves on her hands and a little gardening shovel in her left glove. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her daughter as Fatima got down off the refrigerator, foiled again. The dragoness signed, wondering what to do with her daughter. Fatima just stood there, head down, wondering what her mommy was going to do. After a long silence, Hana decided to tell Fatima to go to her room and stay there until dinner time, than go back to her room after supper – missing homemade smoothies.
At ten o’clock at night, Fatima laid awake in bed, stomach grumbling. She still wanted cookies! The draglet pondered how to get the cookies as she pouted over her punishment.
“I’m not pouting.”
Pouting over the punishment measured out to her, Fatima thought about how to get to the jar of cookies without being caught. She’d have to be really sneaky and use the darkness to her advantage. Like a ninja!
“I’m not pouting!”
Finished pouting. The draglet pressed her ear against the back wall of her room. She listened for any noise coming from her parents’ room. With her ear against the wall for a full five minutes, Fatima heard nothing at all; only silence. Mommy and daddy must have gone to bed early that night; it was a rare occasion but it did occur now and than.
“I wasn’t pouting!!”
Believing herself free to roam around the house without the fear of being caught, the draglet slipped out of bed and out her room. She tiptoed down the stairs again, very carefully, and tiptoed all the way to the kitchen. Fatima gave one last glance up at the master bedroom just to make sure no one was coming, than, grinning, turned her gaze upon the refrigerator. The cookie jar sitting on top of it looked like it was glowing! Licking her lips, Fatima entered the kitchen.
Suddenly a bright light shined on her.
“Eek!”
Hana lowered her flashlight, letting her daughter see who was shining the light in her face. She sat in a chair in a corner of the kitchen, waiting for her daughter, knowing just how determined she was at getting those cookies. The dragoness took a big bite out of a chocolate chip cookie, eating half of it, and chewed the bite before speaking a word.
“I told you not to eat the cookies, and you deliberately disobeyed me three times today by trying to sneak a cookie out of the jar. Correct?”
Fatima lowered her head in shame, knowing full well the answer. Her voice was choked with sorrow as she answered her mother.
“Y-yes, mommy.”
Hana set the rest of her cookie between her boobs, and pat her lap, gesturing Fatima to come to her. The draglet obeyed, head still down. Her mother now spoke in a low voice, not wanting to scare her child.
“Bend over my knees.”
Fatima promptly obeyed, bending herself over Hana’s knees. She knew what was going to come, and while she didn’t want it, she deserved it, and there was nothing she could do to stop it from coming. It came fast and swift, lasting no more than a minute – if not less.
Hana swat the draglet’s bottom three times, each time making her daughter gasp in pain, and, on the third swat, let out a cry, her eyes watering up with tears. Mommy let her go now; she slowly stood back up, rivers running down her cheeks. Hana still spoke in a low motherly tone, reminding Fatima not to eat the cookies and to go back to bed; and just to make sure her words were remembered, she swat the draglet as she turned to go. That swat made Fatima race up the stairs and into her room. She jumped on her bed and buried her face into a pillow, the soft cushion muffling her crying as she wet it with her tears.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Hana took the half-eaten cookie out from her cleavage. Just as she was about to eat it, her husband came into the kitchen, needing a glass of milk. The dragoness stared at him like a deer into headlights; she was caught in the act! Nick noticed the cookie in her hand and glared. The dragon spoke in an annoyed yet caring voice.
“Dear, what are you doing?”
Hana closed her mouth. She tried to think up an excuse, but couldn’t come up with one.
“Um, well, I was hungry, and I—“
Nick cut her off.
“Dear, you know those cookies are for tomorrow.”
The dragon waited a moment, letting his words sink in. Than continued:
“Stand up.”
Hana promptly stood up, and Nick sat down in her place. He patted his lap gently. The dragoness whimpered, but bent down over the dragon’s knees anyways. With three swift motions of his hand Nick swat the dragoness’s butt, each strike of his hand echoing through the house, followed by Hana’s loud cry of pain. When the spankings were over with she stood up again, rubbing her soreness with one hand. She was ordered to go to her room, which she did, running up the stairs while warm tears rolled down her face.
Nick looked down at the cookie on the floor. He picked up the crescent-shaped thing and dropped it back into the jar – for Hana to finish tomorrow. The dragon wasn’t thirsty anymore, so he went back to bed, hoping there wouldn’t be any more thievery that night.
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