Unfortunately on Thursdays, there were getting fewer and fewer people come to buy a cake. The village was almost deserted. It’s not that people were dying. It’s just that family after family were breaking up and half them would go with either the mother or the father to another village to live.
The truth was (and I’ve just tried one of his cakes) he would create the cake frosting using a truth serum developed by his wife. A husband (for example) would purchase a cake for the family and after one bite the wife would be saying what she really thought of her husband, and the husband would be spouting about his infidelities, and the kids would be saying who’s pencil case they had stolen at school, and so on. No family survived the onslaught of the truth stemming from digesting the cake’s frosting. Wedding cakes were the worst. Marriages seemed to last no longer than the groom’s speech.
I can almost hear you, dear Reader, asking what on earth the baker’s motivation would have been. There wasn’t any. He was simply not a nice man. He enjoyed looking at the chaos occurring in the village.
Someone suggested that they thought the family breakups were something to do with the baker’s cakes. It all came to a head in court when the judge made the baker bite into a cake. At first he tried to eat the cake without biting into the frosting. The judge noticed and made him bite the frosting. The truth came out. The baker couldn’t resist telling everyone about the truth serum. He’s in prison now. The village has returned to normal. Most families have mended their grievances. All except for the baker’s wife who ran off with the milkman. She’s thinking of putting the secret serum in the milk.
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