Gingerbread house

"Hans, why don't you go to town and bring me a stone of sugar in the sack. Get me white, cane sugar this time, not like last time you brought brown sugar instead. And take a wheelbarrow, so it will be easier for you; you will not have to make stops anywhere. so the ants will not have a chance to get into the bag again." "Yes, grandmother, witch." "I have lot of repairs to do. The roof is leaking, a chimney needs a patch, and the wasps got into window frames, and licked the holes." Hans took a wheelbarrow and on the way out of front yard, he broke off a piece of picket fence to snack on something on his trip. After four hours he arrived to town. People were running, jogging and biking on the streets. He came to the store. " A stone of white cane sugar, please." "Sorry, we are out of sugar. You can have a sweetener, or splenda instead. Would you like splenda, or ..." "Oh, you must be a witche's boy from the forest. You are so fat, I couldn't recognize you." "I can not sell you not even an ounce of anything. Your grandmother still owes me for previous purchases. Sorry, come next time, but with money, not acorns like you did the last year." "Why people on the streets are walking, jogging and running, instead of driving in their cars?" "See, whole town is on the diet. Nobody eats sugar, or drinks sugary drinks anymore. The sugar cane factory closed and the bees almost went out of the business, til' somebody began to defend honey. It's good, because it's natural." "I have to bring back white, cane sugar." "Try another town. Goodbye." Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2/18/2013 POW! assignment