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Everyone in the village knows the story of Blue Beard. Once, he was a highly skilled
baker. His namesake came from the permanent blue hue his beard had acquired over time
making his specialty blueberry muffins. The townsfolk were quite obsessed with his sweets, and
often the line from Blue Beard’s Bakery extended well into the street. One day, a wandering
merchant visited Blue Beard, and requested a special recipe be made for her to pick up the next
day. The woman specified that she would like a batch of Blue Beard’s most famous blueberry
muffins, only, she wanted them to be made with specialty blueberries she had dropped off
herself. The only other request was that the muffins were not to be tasted by anyone before she
had picked them up. The woman left the bakery leaving behind a small pouch of berries. Blue
Beard scooped them up and got straight to work. He had made this same recipe thousands of
times so it did not take long for the muffin batter to be assembled. Blue Beard added the last
ingredient, the seemingly average berries left by the merchant woman, and placed the batter
inside the oven to bake. Before they could even finish baking, Blue Beard could tell these would
be the best muffins he’s made to date. The smell became so enticing, Blue Beard could hardly
wcontain hus excitement! Finally, he took them out and examined his work. 12 of the most
perfectly cooked aromatic blueberry muffins. Blue Beard stared longingly over his creation for
some time, remembering the request from the mysterious woman. “Surely a small taste couldn’t
hurt, after all, this is my best work to date!” thought Blue Beard. Reluctantly he reached for a
muffin. He brought it to his mouth and took a large bite. And then another. And another. Before
he knew it the first muffin was gone. It was the BEST thing he had ever tasted, and he was going
to have more. One, two, three muffins eaten. Before long, the baker had only an empty tray.
Before he had time to realize what he had done, he began to feel a strange sensation in his ears.
Suddenly, they shot out of his head, growing long and pointy. His ears and hair began to turn
green, and he assumed a terrifying grimace. “A witch!” he screamed. “Those blueberries were
cursed by a witch!”. Blue Beard burst out of his shop and ran into the forest shrieking. He never
returned to his bakery, and the strange woman was never seen again. Since that day, whenever
the villagers leave pastries unattended to cool on their window sills, they mysteriously disappear,