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Dear Seekers,

Thank you all for your contributions yesterday during your session in The Magic Pastry. We have
decided the tale that shall be immortalized in the Book of Turns is that submitted by the Department
of Confidence, which will be attached below.

The Tale submitted by the Department of Confidence was the most complete; however, this is not the
reason for this tale’s inclusion in the Book of Turns. Our foxes demonstrated an amazing achievement
in the literary leagues of alliteration, and produced a classic tale worthy of any fairy tale compendi-
um. The joy of repetition, the lengthening of the story through extraneous characters and their failed
attempts to catch a simple sentient pastry, and the clever use of rhyming all work together to make a
tale that is truly delightful for people of all ages.

However, it should be noted that all three departments crafted tales of equitable quality. The Classic
offering from the Department of Confidence did win the day, but Rabbits and Ravens both demon-
strated remarkable production value, adding full choir performances and soliloquies. While such the-
atrics are not always necessary (or even advisable), here they have both elevated the simplistic chain tale
to new heights. Honorable mentions must go to the Ravens, who have undercut the sacharine sweet-
ness of the tale with the hollow emptiness existence, sugar rush and sugar crash all, and to the Rabbits,
who orchestrated a full operetta, complete with a choir of orphans, and contemplative choreography
that both demonstrates and conceals the ultimate destruction of their pastry, craftically and lyrically
creating elegance out of sacrifice.

It was an extremely difficult decision, dearest Seekers, and know that much thought and consideration
goes into which story is ultimately chosen for the Book, as it is a compendium for all of us to look to.
Well done, Seekers, and we shall see you again soon.

Salutations,

The Princess
CEO, Thickett
“We Re-Right the World”
 The Magic
Pastry
Retelling documented by Department of Confidence 12 December 2020
Quest Three // Sequence Two
L ong ago, when much was still unknown, there was and there wasn’t a Baker. This Bak-
er wished very dearly to have a child, but year after year their hopes failed to rise, and the
passing time seemed to prove nothing but a disappointment. However, it came to pass that
something remarkable occurred as they set about baking a Rolly Polly Cannoli. This Rolly
Polly Cannoli sprang to life, and was no sooner sentient that it was running. The startled
Baker attempted to give chase, but it could not catch the Rolly Polly Cannoli, who sped off
shouting “Holy Moly, I am a Rolly Polly Cannoli, and I am going for the Goalie!”

The Rolly Polly Cannoli soon came upon a Baby Rabbit. “That is one wholy sugary ravioli
slowly rolling towards me. I’m gonna gobble it up like a pepperoni,” said the Baby Rab-
bit, sotto vocce, and they called to the Rolly Polly Cannoli. “Come here little Rolly Polly
Cannoli, I’m going to eat you up!” But the Rolly Polly Cannoli was far too quick, and after
shouting “Holy Moly, I am a Rolly Polly Cannoli, and I am going for the Goalie,” it again
ran away, with the Baby Rabbit and the Baker in pursuit.

The Rolly Polly Cannoli soon came upon a Young Raven. “That is one wholy sugary ravioli
slowly rolling towards me. I’m gonna gobble it up like a pepperoni,” said the Young Raven,
sotto voce, and they called to the Rolly Polly Cannoli. “Come here little Rolly Polly Canno-
li, I’m going to eat you up!” But the Rolly Polly Cannoli was far too quick, and after shout-
ing “Holy Moly, I am a Rolly Polly Cannoli, and I am going for the Goalie,” it again ran
away, with the Young Raven, Baby Rabbit and the Baker in pursuit.

Finally, the Rolly Polly Cannoli came to an Old Grandmother Fox. ““Holy Moly, I am a
Rolly Polly Cannoli, and I am going for the Goalie,” cried the Rolly Polly Cannoli. “That is
one wholy sugary ravioli slowly rolling towards me. I’m gonna gobble it up like a pepperoni,”
said the Grandmother Fox, sotto voce, but she had the advantage of wisdom and experience,
and she quickly began doing squats. The Rolly Polly Cannoli was enticed, and they soon
fell into a conversation about workout plans and nutrition. “But I get so tired after running
for so long” said the Grandmother Fox, wistfully; “do you ever get tired?” The Rolly Polly
Cannoli had never thought about that, and admitted that they did indeed feel tired, for it
had been a while since they had some sugar. “And your handsome outfit! Look how dirty
your tux has gotten from all of that rolling.” Again the Rolly Polly Cannoli was taken aback,
and admitted they did wish they didn’t have to roll. “You know, I could carry you for a
while until we can get you some sugar,” offered the Grandmother Fox; “but all these nasty
folks chasing you. We’ll have to hide you at the same time. I know! Why don’t I carry you in
my mouth?” The Rolly Polly Cannoli was overjoyed at the suggestion, and promptly hopped
in the Old Grandmother Foxes’ mouth—where they were indeed carried, and hidden, and
finally eaten.

THE END