Marshmallow and Graham sat around the campfire trading stories. Their sister, Chocolate, had been gone for awhile, and they were starting to get worried.
“Maybe she ran into…” Marshmallow said, pausing for dramatic effect, “The Dough!”
Graham looked skeptical. “What is The Dough?”
“I can’t believe you’ve never heard of The Dough.” Marshmallow said. She made her voice low and spooky. “Legend has it, when the original breadsticks started experimenting with yeast—it all went wrong! They added too much, and when the dough began to rise, it didn’t stop. It grew out of control.”
“Doesn’t dough grow really slow?” Graham asked.
“Uh… I guess so?”
“Then couldn’t they just move out of the way?”
Marshmallow thought about this for a minute and said, “They could have, if they hadn’t used rapid rise yeast! The dough ballooned out in all directions. They tried adding more flour, but that only made it worse. They tried poking it with sticks, but that just made it mad!”
“Why would they poke it with a stick?” Graham interrupted again. “That would make me mad too.”
“I don’t know, man. They’re breadsticks. They poke stuff. ANYWAY. It was bad. The dough was rising too fast, and it was eating everything in sight. They finally decided they would have to bake it. Only, they didn’t have an oven big enough. Their plan was to split the dough, and cook each piece on an open fire.
They took twelve blobs of dough to twelve major forests to keep the dough from coming back together. But one of the blobs got lost in the transport. It rolled right off the truck, and deep into the woods. No one knows where the final lump of carbohydrates is hiding, but it could be hiding here. The Dough could be out in these woods right now. Maybe Chocolate ran into it. Maybe she’s stuck with no way out. Maybe she’s—”
“Hey guys.” said Chocolate.
“AHHHHHHH!!!” yelled Marshmallow and Graham.
“AHHHHHHH!!!” yelled Chocolate. “What’s the matter with you guys? You scared the sugar out of me!”
“What’s the matter with you?” snapped Marshmallow. “Where have you been?”
“I was just getting some more firewood with dad,” said Chocolate. “I’ve only been gone five minutes.”
Graham laughed. Chocolate added some logs to the fire. Marshmallow thought she heard a plop in the distance—like dough being dumped on a counter. She kept that to herself.
Come back next week for another installment of, “Campfire Stories with Marshmallow and Graham”