True story: the first book I ever read was The Gingerbread Man, and I hated it. This comic is an attempt to correct that awful experience by giving the Gingerbread Man the triumph he deserved, and to give my four-year-old self a sense of closure.
Imagine you’re four years old, and you see this book cover, and you immediately take a liking to the smiling Gingerbread child (yeah I know, he’s the Gingerbread “Man,” but in this illustration he’s most definitely presenting as a child) and then you read the book to discover he dies a gruesome, treacherous death — and the author actually expects you to find this death of another child somehow *hilarious.*
I also hated Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, for similar reasons. Watching other children get tortured and mutilated just wasn’t my idea of entertainment.