After a long weekend of cooking, Monday morning finally rolled around and it was time for Dino to take his cookies to work."Finally", thought Dino, "I will get to gorge myself on cookies, but not Evil Tim's cookies, they are for my best friend and my best friend only."
When 3pm rolled around, Dino laid out the cookies on his desk. He was as proud as punch of the cookies he and Grandma had made on the weekend. The grin on his little face grew and grew as people came over to try his cookies.
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| Introducing my Gingerbread Dinosaurs, they look just like me. Grandma iced these ones for me, I can't quite get the hang of using the icing bag, its a bit too big for me. Why don't they make dino-sized icing bags? Dinos make cookies too you know! |
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| See, the cookies look just like me. We are both purple, have orange spikes and white hair. |
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| I iced these Gingerbread Dinosaurs all by myself! Actually, grandma held the nozzle over the cookie while I jumped on the bag to make the icing squirt out. It was great fun |
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| MMM special cookies. These ones are for Evil Tim. Hope he can eat them all! |
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| Evil Tim and Dino, best friends. No you cant eat me, but have a cookies instead |
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| Hehe, Evil Tim has found the photos I put under the cookies. Van Wilder style |
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| Evil Tim taking a closer look at what I did to the cookies. Do you think he is starting to worry? |
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| Nearly all the cookies are gone now, so now I can take a photo to show you the pictures I put underneath the cookies. |
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| I think Mr Steve accidentally ate one of Evil Tim's special cookies.....oh dear. I think I'd better go hide someplace, he doesn't look too happy |
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| This looks like a good place. No one will find me up here! |
Safe, in his hiding place Dino sat and watched the rest of the cookies get eaten and the events of the day unfold. People rushing here, people rushing there. It almost seemed like a normal day at the office, until you looked down at the floor and found piles of cookie crumbs.
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