Brownies On The Steps (standard:humor, 1414 words)
Author: Amy Buchanan	Added: Aug 14 2006	Views/Reads: 3213/2180	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A nonsense story about mysterious brownies.

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The townspeople were perplexed. They were also a tad bit gleeful that
the brownie caper gave the town some prestige. Opinions were passed and 
various theories told. One theory stated nationally was that a Girl 
Scout troop was selling their wares and left the brownies. People in 
town did remember seeing a Girl Scout troop the day before the brownie 
caper. Perhaps the Girl Scouts were going to sell brownies at the town 
hall. At the moment of reaching the steps a passing bee swarm stung 
them. They dropped the brownies and ran. What about the pink dishcloth 
the brownies were placed on? Girl Scouts do not usually sell brownies. 
The brownies were placed neatly on the steps, they did not appear to 
have been dropped. 

The state police took the brownies to a major city. The townspeople
thought that perhaps it was insidious plot against their mayor. The 
brownies might contain a brain washing substance. Election time was 
drawing near. There was a strange man that lived in town at the end of 
a dead end road. He had pictures of St. Bernard's on his overalls. He 
had numerous yellow plastic dog whirligigs in his yard. He owned a 
ratty haired mongrel that left little presents all over people's yards. 
This man had once stated that he should run for mayor, as he did not 
agree with the mayor's policy of scooping up after dogs. Perhaps he had 
planted the brownies as a plot to take the mayor out of the election. 

The brownies were examined. They did not contain a brainwashing
substance. It was discovered that in each brownie there was a silver 
Girl Scout cookie. It was determined that if these cookies where 
consumed it would render the taste buds inactive to the pleasures of 
chocolate. 

The sheriff searched for the Girl Scout troop seen the day before the
brownie caper. The Girl Scout troop was found and hauled into the 
village. They were questioned. The sheriff noticed that one Girl Scout 
had a suspicious look. As he approached the Girl Scout, she bounded 
away. The sheriff pursued her to the Town Square. Among a gathering 
crowd, the sheriff pounced on her. The Girl Scout facade melted to 
reveal a chocolate bunny. 

This bunny confessed to the brownie caper. The reason was revenge. With
chocolate tears running down her face, she told her story to the 
astonished crowd. As a boy, the mayor's parents had bought him four 
chocolate bunnies for Easter. He devoured them although their frantic 
screams sounded in his ears. The bunnies the mayor had devoured were 
the chocolate bunny's family. After spending many years hatching an 
elaborate ploy, the bunny brought out her revenge. The plan was to get 
the mayor to eat the brownies with the Girl Scout cookies within. It 
would have rendered the mayor's taste buds dead to chocolate for the 
rest of his life. No more chocolate bunnies would be sacrificed to the 
mayor's stomach. 

The story softened the sheriff's and the townspeople's hearts. It was
unanimous decision to forgive the chocolate bunny. The villagers 
decided to take her in and let her reside in the town. The mayor 
forgave her also, glad that the brownie caper was solved. He did eye 
the chocolate bunny with a fixated stare and with chocolate dreams on 
his tongue. The townspeople made the mayor eat a silver Girl Scout 
cookie. The chocolate bunny make a silver Girl Scout cookie for 
everyone in town. They all ate a cookie. The townspeople did not want 
to be tempted to nibble on the chocolate bunny. 

What happened to the chocolate bunny? She resides in the town square in
a giant basket. The children often feed her gumdrops and licorice. The 
town became known world wide as the home of the living chocolate bunny. 
So they would not lose their friend, the townspeople made a law. If 
outsiders want to see the chocolate bunny, they must put on a muzzle so 
they cannot nibble. 


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