Doughboy

The couple kneaded raw dough into a ball. The special order giggled sprouting pudgy arms and legs.

“Pardon,” the alchemist said, returning. “I may have misplaced an Elixir of Life in the ingredients—”

He found the bakers cooing over a baby.

“Oh. Congratulations?”


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