Wanda hummed as her hands touched the soft spongey texture of the rising bread. She often helped out her twin brother in the bakery he owned.
Bread ō Butter
She rolled the dough through her soft flour covered hands, stretching and twisting to the perfect size. Tearing the small roll into individual small loafs, she placed them on a buttered tray and let them rise a little more.
Toad's Cave 