Baking

'Welcome to Jamaa Township Bakery!'

I'm used to saying that whenever the swinging doorbell rings, but I dare not let these words ever lose their enthusiasm.

My name is Velvet Redberry, and I the work I do has been passed down from generation to generation.

The bakery is on the outskirts of town, and even as the roof begins to cave in and the floor loses its shene, the pleasant little cottage has always appeared the same. To me, anyway.

But there is a certain feeling that spreads throughout the house. It's not exactly a bad feeling, nor is it pleasant.

I happen to know the source of this feeling.

It begins when the baker opens his mouth.