Diabolical Bread Dough

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As Logged By:

 Agent West

 

 How can something so sticky and thick

Become delicious and fluffy so quick?

 Don't touch the bread dough?

What if I give it a little throw?

 

Gloop, gleep, glop!

This dough's about to pop.

Now, it's stuck to the door.

Uh oh, some has fallen on the floor.

 

 "Why do I have to stir with a wooden spoon?"  Mommy huffs and puffs as she stirs and stirs.
 
"I don't know," her friend shrugs and takes another look at the recipe book.
 
I, meanwhile, sneak my way across the floor while crawling on all fours.  I know I have a stink jar hidden in here somewhere.  Just wait until I open it, Mommy and her friend will forget all about wooden spoons. 
 
They'll run for their lives at the stench once it hits.  They'll scream and wail, as my stink attacks never fail.
 
SPLOT!  
 
"Oops.  Sorry, West," Mommy sheepishly says.  "I guess I stirred this dough a little too hard."
 
I look at the glop of dough, which landed mere inches from my head.  What is this sticky stuff?  I decide to give it a poke.
 
Eww!  It's stuck to my fingers.  It's smearing onto my onesie.  It's...
 
This is fun!
 
SMACK!  SMACK!  SMACK!
 
I want to play with more of this!  Let me, let me, let me!
 
Please!
 
I lift my arm and stick out my lower lip.  I catch Mommy's eye, there's nothing she can do about it.
 
"Oh, okay," she caves.  "You can sit up here while I work.  I'm getting ready to knead the dough anyway."  Mommy lifts me onto the table and hands me and glob.  "We're making bread, West.  What do you think of that?"
 
Bread?  
 
From this sticky mess?
 
Really!?
 
I'm in such awe that by the time I devise something fun to act as a diabolical plan, Mommy's already finished.  The sticky mess is now a shiny ball.  All stiff and firm, nothing like the gloppy gloop at all.
 
"I'm setting you onto the floor," Mommy explains as she lifts me off of the table.  "The bread needs to rest.  So, don't even think of touching it."
 
Oh, believe me Mommy.  I plan to do more than just touch the bread dough. 
 
But, Mommy is watching me.  Her gaze is set tight.
 
I have to wait a little, until she's out of sight.
 
Tick, tock.  Tick, tock.
 
This is taking so long.
 
"Did you remember the flowers for the dinner?"  Mommy asks her friend, just as I'm about to doze off for an overdue snooze.  
 
"No, I completely forgot.  We'd better get some now."
 
Out the two run.  Forgetting all about guarding their dough.
 
Time for this diabolical dude to take advantage of their situation.  Over I crawl and up I climb.  
 
Holy Moly!
 
What's happened to this dough?
 
It's grown so much, it looks like it's about to explode.  They're, clearly is way too much in this bowl.  This dough needs a diabolical touch.  
 
Rip and throw!  
 
HA!  It's stuck to the door.
 
Rip and throw!  Rip and throw!
 
I go and I go.  Throwing little handfuls all over the kitchen.
 
"West, where did you...  AHHHHHHHHHH!"
 
Oopsies, Mommy has slipped on some that fell on the floor.
 
 
 

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