According To Maude

Maude watched helplessly as the halpless dough she’d buried the day before, spewed out the every crevice, its sticky finger majestically enveloping everything in its path. Shiny little air bubbles formed then burst proudly in the midday sun. The wood heap had turned into the perfect oven! Maude was speechless, embarrassed, betrayed and angry all at the same time. What could she say? She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, and it had nothing to do with the heat of the day!