We had loads of fun putting this great poem to video. Thanks to Valerie Cox (author), Matt and Mary Hedquist (actors) and Nesha Woodhouse (narrator) Leahy Ragtime Medley (music)
NOBODY thought of sharing the POEM ? How ungrateful ! 'THE COOKIE THIEF' 'A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop. She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene. So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.” With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half. He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude! She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate. She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes. If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.' by VALERIE COX
For what it's worth, I read this story (it wasn't a poem) about 55 years ago, in what I think might have been a Reader's Digest. I don't know of any people named below in the comments who are connected in some way to it, but they would have to have been around in the mid 1960s.
Nope. It actually happened. And my sister Susan Tubre in Hammond La wrote it verbatim as listed. We didn’t copy right it. It was about 20-25 years ago.
a woman was waiting at an airport one night with several long hours before her flight she hunted for a book in the airport shop bought a bag of and found a place to drop she was engrossed in her book that happened to that the man beside her as bold as could be grabbed a cookie or two from the bag between which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene she munched cookies and watched the clock as this gutsy cookie thief diminshed her stock she was getting more irritaed as the minutes ticked by thinkig if i wasnt so nice i'd blacken his eye. with each cookie she took he took one too and when only one was left she wondered what he would do. with a smile on his face and a nervous laugh he took the last cookie and broke it in half he offered her half as he ate the other she snatched it from him and thought oh brother this guy has some nerve and he's also rude why he didn't even show any gratitude. she had never when she had been so called and sighed with relief when her flight was called. she gathered her belongings and headed for the gate. refusing to look back at the thieving and great she'd sank in her seat then sought her book which was almost complete. as she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise. there was her bag of cookies in front of her eyes. if miner here she moaned with despair then the others were his and he tried to share too late to apologize she realized with grief that she was the rude one the ingrate the thief
A nicely illustrated philosophy. Impeccable acting too,which,of course,make the recitation superfluous.Thank you all!
I read this in a powerpoint presentation year 2010.
I love this PowerPoint
NOBODY thought of sharing the POEM ? How ungrateful ! 'THE COOKIE THIEF'
'A woman was waiting at an airport one night, with several long hours before her flight. She hunted for a book in the airport shops, bought a bag of cookies and found a place to drop.
She was engrossed in her book but happened to see, that the man sitting beside her, as bold as could be. . .grabbed a cookie or two from the bag in between, which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies and watched the clock, as the gutsy cookie thief diminished her stock. She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by, thinking, “If I wasn’t so nice, I would blacken his eye.”
With each cookie she took, he took one too, when only one was left, she wondered what he would do. With a smile on his face, and a nervous laugh, he took the last cookie and broke it in half.
He offered her half, as he ate the other, she snatched it from him and thought… oooh, brother. This guy has some nerve and he’s also rude, why he didn’t even show any gratitude!
She had never known when she had been so galled, and sighed with relief when her flight was called. She gathered her belongings and headed to the gate, refusing to look back at the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane, and sank in her seat, then she sought her book, which was almost complete. As she reached in her baggage, she gasped with surprise, there was her bag of cookies, in front of her eyes.
If mine are here, she moaned in despair, the others were his, and he tried to share. Too late to apologize, she realized with grief, that she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief.'
by VALERIE COX
Thank you for sharing this man
The expressions are hilarious, neat adaption of the poem
one of my favorite poems about humanity
Ah, Douglas Adams would be proud!
This is totally AWESOME
Great, many thanks!
For what it's worth, I read this story (it wasn't a poem) about 55 years ago, in what I think might have been a Reader's Digest. I don't know of any people named below in the comments who are connected in some way to it, but they would have to have been around in the mid 1960s.
Nope. It actually happened. And my sister Susan Tubre in Hammond La wrote it verbatim as listed. We didn’t copy right it. It was about 20-25 years ago.
Story was written by Susan Tubre in Hammond La.
Love the story but the music is completly unnecessary...
thanks, I used it in class
Wow
Valerie Cox you ain't my cookies at Hobby airport in Houston Texas. I love you.
@Jesse Ledesma
Are you sure? People here are saying this story was written by Susan Tubre from Hammond - LA, who was the real lady in the airport.
Thanks alot i wanted to recite this in recitation competition
Feeling sorry for that man who tried to share
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Do you mind if I use this clip for a school project?
This made me cry.
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Osm.😍
Can i used this to upload in my channel by translation it into indian language?
Niceee☺️:))
I read it today
This was written by Susan Tubre who lives in Hammond La. she is and was the lady in the airport.
Really?! I thought it was a fiction story, based on a poem by Valerie Cox. I'll Google it right now.
Soo nice l used it for my daughter s competition and she won
Don't judge anyone so early in your life...🙂👍👍
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The poem was written by valerie cox
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I'm surprise TSA didn't cuff the film crew.
plot twist
a woman was waiting at an airport one night with several long hours before her flight she hunted for a book
in the airport shop bought a bag of and found a place to drop
she was engrossed in her book that happened to that the man beside her as bold as could be grabbed a cookie or
two from the bag between which she tried to ignore to avoid a scene she munched cookies and watched the
clock as this gutsy cookie thief diminshed her stock she was getting more irritaed as the minutes ticked
by thinkig if i wasnt so nice i'd blacken his eye. with each cookie she took he took one too and when only one
was left she wondered what he would do. with a smile on his face and a nervous laugh he took the last cookie
and broke it in half he offered her half as he ate the other she snatched it from him and thought oh brother
this guy has some nerve and he's also rude why he didn't even show any gratitude. she had never when she had
been so called and sighed with relief when her flight was called. she gathered her belongings and headed for
the gate. refusing to look back at the thieving and great she'd sank in her seat then sought her book which
was almost complete. as she reached in her baggage she gasped with surprise. there was her bag of cookies
in front of her eyes. if miner here she moaned with despair then the others were his and he tried to share
too late to apologize she realized with grief that she was the rude one the ingrate the thief
Here After Dharr Mann!
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Ny teach send me this
Did you copy jay shetty
Who is here from English class
negative Perception
ruined my favourite poem with bad acting,bad direction and just ok narration
Like you can do better. Dumbass