(miniflash story)

One grandmother was making pies. She kneaded the dough, prepared the filling and left the dough to rise overnight.

Moonlight illuminated the kitchen, the dough rose and rose. In the morning, the grandmother went into the kitchen and got worried. The dough spread all over the kitchen: the table, the stool, and even the floor were covered with dough. As if someone came in the night and poured a lot of yeast into the dough. But the grandmother didn’t get lost, she collected the dough and baked bread for herself, her folks and all the neighbors. Everyone was happy.