The wily Baker in New Endow hit upon a clever

The wily Baker in New Endow hit upon a clever scheme to increase his wealth. For certain Ladies-in-Waiting he kneaded a special dough sprinkled with dill. It rose to stately size

with a shape suggestive to those inclined to notice such things. The line for the baker's new Ladies Loaf ran around the block. Things were going grandly until an angry husband

came through the swing doors asking why he had been given buns of steel. He had failed to notice the weight difference when he collected the buns from the bakery yesterday morning

made with these steel buns. Well now there's a good idea! He'd been wanting to get rid of that pesky orc up on Misty Mountain for centuries. Willy packed the steel bunned BLTs

into his mouth all at once. Willy was a pig. Sometimes he tried to eat so much and wash it down with pop that chunks of food caught in throat. He'd cough and masticated debris woul

d spray through the window and into the yard. Unusual flora erupted in predictable patterns on the lawn; by August, we were able to harvest fruits born of the bushes, fragrant and

sweet. These fruit enabled us to see patterns in everything. It was so clear it felt like insanity - as if we had a channel to understanding no-one else possessed. The ultimate fru

-ition of life. We tasted the sweet, warm flesh of the fruit, and the great link awakened inside us. As we fell to the ground, our synapses turned to roots, and we turned to trees

. Yes, trees...our limbs forever reaching for something...someone...somewhere...never grasping the truth.