Tony seemed to enjoy his walk down the oak route, too occupied with the beauty above him to notice the sugar glass leaves and the lack of needles and chocolate trunks. His sky-gazing also caused him to pass by a sign that suggest he shouldn't be going this way. There was a stump from a sign that was cut down, and the cut was very rough and hacked, as if someone wacked away at the post with a dull axe or something. Sitting down, Tony listened to the sound of oncoming footsteps and as the owner walked around the corner into view, Tony saw something amazing. Standing before him was a gingerbread man, a pastry that stood 5'4" tall, decorated with clothing made of frosting and little candy drops made his expression. In its curled-up hand it held an axe, the handle made of peppermint and the blade out of a sharpen coffee drop, which as soon as it saw Tony, it raised and chopped down. The shocked guitarist rolled out of the way and bolted further down the path, the gingerbread man too busy digging his axe out of the stone to give chase.
He passed by stumps and soon entered a clearing. There laid fallen logs, bound by licorice in large piles for storage. Other logs laid chopped about in smaller wheels, dust made of chocolate and peppermint laid in neat piles. Tony jogged to the middle to catch his breath, then out of the shadows came more denizens of Candyland. Three 4' Sour Patch Kids waddled out, one made of strawberry and two green apples. The strawberry one had a beanie made of a gumdrop on his head and an axe in its hand, similar to the gingerbread man. The two green ones held a band saw together. Another gingerbread man came out, dressed similar to the one that attacked him in the woods. Then came the foreman, a 7' mannequin made of peppermint sticks, dressed like a scarecrow, its clothing made of jelly. In its hands it held a chainsaw, built out of chocolate bricks and lollipops.
"What's that?" One of the green Sour Patch Kid wondered, "I never saw a candy like him before."
"Let's cut him open to see what he's made of!" The red one cheered and bounced around, and the other to joined him.
The gingerbread man looked at the foreman who looked at Tony. It opened its mouth, a jagged crack that ran across its face. Its voice chilled Tony's blood and silenced the kids' squabbling. "That's a human. I met one before..." It cranked on the chainsaw. "It was delicious." The other four cheered, and the last gingerbread man came out of the forest.