After Duloc - Intro

It was not so long ago that Lord Farquaad had bitterly threatened to
attack my gumdrop buttons, or stuck my head in a glass of milk. Who am I?
I am the Gingerbread Man. Perhaps you have seen me in Shrek, a film
that shows the horror of Lord Farquaad, and more pleasant, delightful exam-
ples of laughter and fairy tale creatues, which, by the way, deserve to be
treated fairly! Just like any Rapunzel of Hansel or his sister.

"Okay," I had finally given in. "I'll tell you. Do you know... the Muffin
Man?"

"The Muffin Man?" Lord Farquaad's curiousity had grown.

"The Muffin Man." I confirmed.

The days of being inside Duloc are over, thank goodness. But my story is not.
Though most of the attention was given to Shrek and his flamboyant sidekick,
I have, in reality, many adventures that were not captured by the Hollywood
cameras. (Partly because, as I discovered in my later discussions with the pro-
ducer, the film would capture Shrek's life, mostly, as they did not think that
the name "Gingerbread Man" was one-syllabled enough for them.)

As you will see in the "chapters" to come in this novel of my life after Duloc,
I do know the Muffin Man, and my high-pitched voice is really quite cute.

Sit back, relax, and say hello to the Muffin Man's wife for me, if you see her,
please. She always made the best pies.

© Einna Mellon 2002