Every day, bunnies stare out at the candy built bakery on the top of the hill, envy sparkling in their eyes. These bunnies work for a pie factory, infamous for making the most dull pies a forest critter has ever tasted. The big bunny behind this business, Popcorn, also shared the envy that his workers had. The stranger running the bakery often left their pastries and whatnot out on the windowsill to cool down, allowing the delicious scent to travel throughout the meadow, oftentimes all the way to the pie factory. Day after day, Popcorn wondered the same thing, how do they make their pies so yummy?
The only bunny working in the factory that didn't feel envy was little old Creampie. He was relatively new to the factory, and he always brimmed with joy when the smell of the bakery's pies and pastries filled the air. The smell, admittedly, reminded him of the good old days, back when he was a young boy living with his mother. She was an amazing baker, and ran a bakery of her own. The tasty treats she served to her customers and to her little Creampie was what got him into the idea of pastry making. When he moved out, he tried looking for a job that would land him in similar shoes to his mother, and try as he might, he was always declined due to one factor. He was really shy.
Every bakery he registered for seemed to want workers that can communicate flawlessly, no stuttering to be found. Creampie couldn't seem to do that, he always found himself stumbling over his words, and nobody ever tried to get him out of the habit. His mother always told him that it was just a lovely little quirk of his, while his managers, in polite terms, only made it seem like an issue, but of course, wished him luck of finding work elsewhere. The pie factory was the only baking-related workplace that seemed to overlook his shyness, due to the fact that pie making was the only quality that Popcorn really looked for in an employee. The factory was nothing like his mother's bakery, instead of passion and love for the craft, all that seemed to fill the air was envy, arguments, and the undying impatience of being able to clock out. All of this is because of being forced to use a crummy formula that isn't even selling well, ultimately leading to less payment. Creampie would spend his free time staring out at the bakery on the hill, dreaming of what wonders must go on inside, and how much better it must be than the grimy feeling of the factory. Today, however, he might actually get his answer.
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A Tale of Two Pies
General FictionLittle bunny Creampie has always had the dream of becoming a baker, but his talents were never able to properly shine through due to his shyness. But things change when he meets a lovely baker named Sweetiepie, who shows him what it truly means to b...
