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I was born in to a town that had this huge wall-less multi-purpose room for nursery and bakery and...??? who knows. My mother told me the town was terrible. She was right, but she was also wrong.  She is holding me in this image, next to one of a few murdered bodies that were there when I was born. I never found out what happened. Maybe, that is why she thought the town was so horrible? My older brother tried to make me wear a turkey hat. He was kind of silly. Good guy though. And good mom.

I was trying to understand why the town was "horrible" when I found the smallest little bakery. I thought "this can't possibly work" but the walls kept people from walking through the space so it was a quiet place to work. The small size meant no clutter. It was easy to organize and work in there. I decided to give it a go.

As it turns out this small space was great! The 4 floor tiles were the exact correct number for a bowl of dough. So, easy to line everything up. I even had some other people helping for a bit. We focused on rabbit and other specialty pies. There were tons of food in this town, so variety seemed like a good bet.

The main bakery was just a total mess. Why are there bananas there? So many clothes for the kids. I stayed away. Focused on distributing pies, collecting plates  and running the little bakery. I think some people were trying to organize the big bakery and I didn't envy the task they had chosen.

At one point a woman, without saying anything started putting cooked rabbit in the bakery storage bins, she was working with a guy who added another box so I could not lay out 4 plates anymore. Basically spoiling everything. I tried to talk to them tell them that I enjoyed the bakery but she didn't respond. I got so frustrated and angry, I didn't know how to get rid of the box. Then I remembered I could turn it in to a sledge. (what goes around comes around) I took the cooked rabbits in baskets to the horse and rode them out of town. That made me feel much better I had my bakery back and set up for one last round of pies.

I'm certain the woman had some plan for the space, maybe a larder? but there was an oven there and my pie crusts. She took the carrots I was using *out* of the bowls, took the pie crusts away and took the kindling. Clearly, she didn't want me to bake there. Why? She didn't say anything about why. Would not talk to me. So, I felt justified in exiling her cooked rabbits (I tried removing them and setting them where people could eat them a few times, but she just brought them back, hence the exile.)

It can be really upsetting when someone takes apart something that you are building. I had been talking with other people about how much I liked the little bakery, and then it gets dismantled like that. But, setting things right didn't take as long as I thought it would. In no time, I was organized and ready for one last pie baking. A little boy who looked like my older brother came by to help. Maybe he will keep the bakery going.

It wasn't a terrible town, ma. It had some people with bad communication skills, but more people were nice and helpful than obtuse and oppositional. I'm glad I didn't /die even though you seemed to think that would have been better.