A Scentful Story

The BAKER and his SHOP
On twenty-second street lies a bakery filled with sweet and majestic pastries and goods. On the opposite side of the bakery lies stores, shops, and groceries. But no houses. The baker who ran this bakery was named Mr. Popeson. One day, three children came into the store and smelt the most marvelous scents in the world. Scents of danishes, cakes, pies, cupcakes, creme-filled Cinnamon swirly raisin rolls, candy, of all kinds and more. The children pressed their faces against the transparent cupboard filled with all these sweet desserts. They asked the baker, "May we sample the cream cheese pie," for these children were poor and dressed in ragged clothes and couldn't afford any of the treats but samples. But the baker wasn't paying attention to the children. He was paying attention to the word, "sample". No one had ever asked the baker for a sample, and for a good reason they did not. You might be thinking that the baker is going to kick the children out of the shop and scream his lungs out, but this is not what the baker did at all. The baker told the eleven year-old young adults, "Of course," he said softly, "you may have all the samples you want." The children got really excited as the baker took one half a slice of the creamy, oh so creamy cheese pie. But he didn't give it to the children right away. Instead, he told the children, "I'll be right back," and went into the back of the bakery. He carried with him one of the most delicious pies in the city. 1935 was the year, and an entire pie had cost 20 cents, each slice costing 5 cents. But the children had nothing, not even a cent. This baker ignored this fact, and concentrated how these children asked for a "sample". He went into the hidden part of the bakery, far, far back, where the poison was hidden. Oh, why, oh, why needed the baker to go in the back to get the poison? This question will probably be answered towards the end of the story. The criminal rate of New York City was very low at this time, but the baker of twenty-second street still was there, and he definitely counted as a criminal. I won't go into his criminal record at the time, but I will tell you he has done a lot of mischief in his life. And right then, right when he reached for the poison to sprinkle in the pie, he had added even more mischief to his life. Ignoring this fact, the baker reached for the red bottle that had a skull on its surface and below this it read POISON FOR CHILDREN
AGED 3-5. The baker could see that the children were eleven and twelve, but for once in his life he didn't actually want to kill children, so he gave them a minimized amount that was less harmful. Then he put a drop of this in a bottle. In order to make this poison complete, he added one drop of Soda Pop. Poison reacted quite strangely with Soda Pop. He shut the cap of the bottle quickly and shook it up and down until it started to get greenish and bubbly. He cut open the cream cheese pie and poured this dreaded formula into it (the children would get suspicious if they saw the poison on top of the cake). Then he sew it back on with some needle and thread he had found and went back towards the children. The children had been waiting patiently, whispering to each other about something the baker couldn't hear. They were sitting down peacefully and quietly in a booth when the baker came out from the back and said, "Here you go," as he divided the half a slice into three halves of a slice and gave each to the children. They thanked the greedy baker dearly and left. That was the end of the children.

This story is not over yet. In fact, that was just a small part of it. Here's where it gets good. A week after the baker poisoned the children (which caused them all except one to die; the one that still was alive was being cared for by a nice woman named Olivia), a man named James came to town and moved in directly next to the bakery. James was a very caring and bright man and had not meant any harm to anyone he had ever met. Jame's first day in New York City was just fine. He had settled in and gotten comfortable. But it wasn't until the second day of Jame's move that Mr. Popeson, the baker of twenty-second street, had noticed James and his big house right next to his comparably small bakery. James had just passed by the bakery. He thought to himself Wow, that bakery is filled with treats! Boy, if only my wife were here....That thought quickly drowned away as he saw the baker spit in one of the pastries and
shoved it back in the display window filled with all the other pastries. But it wasn't just the look of these pastries; it was also the scent. The marvelous, marvelous scent could be smelt from miles away. But it was at its best right next to the bakery. The scent was strong and was made up of danishes, cheese-filled, creamy and delicious, chocolate eclairs, fruit tarts, smelling of sugary strawberry and mango, Yorkshire Pudding, homemade just like Jame's mother use to make, and all the other stuff you find in bakeries. But the scent was so extravagant, that Jame's nose controlled Jame's legs and made him follow the scent into the bakery. Oh, how wonderful the scent was (okay! fine I'll stop mentioning to you how the scent was so majestic). The baker did not greet him in any way at all, but instead said from the back, "Buy something or get out!" James ignored the baker's comment and continued to smell the pastries. When the baker came out from the back, James quickly left, but the baker stopped him. "Hey, you look familiar....Do you live in town?" That was the way you would greet someone in the thirties if they looked familiar. James responded, "Yes, indeed. In fact, I live right next to the bakery." The baker though he had misheard James. He stepped out of the bakery, which is when he first noticed the giant brick house, surrounded by trees and plants, in which James lived in. The baker had an outrage. He had a fit. He went absolutely nuts. Are you wondering why? I'll tell you. As I mentioned earlier, the baker was a greedy man filled with disgust. But no man goes nuts over SCENT. I mean, really. The baker couldn't stand that someone was smelling up all of his delicious pastries. He kicked James out and called his wife. He and his wife had a discussion and went to the town court later that day. The Supreme Town Court of New York City was located in the middle of town. He drove there with his old beaten-up low-quality 1929 Chevy. He entered the court in the middle of an important trial and said to the judge, "Tomorrow: Me and James, the new guy: ten o'clock am sharp! The lawyers and victims and witnesses and plaintiffs and juries and defendants began to say, "Excuse you, but we are in the middle of an import case, so if you wouldn't mind--" They were cut off by the famous Judge Judy of their time, 1935, (except she was a man) who said, "No, let him speak, please Miss Willadoodles, Mr. Flogginboodles, Mrs. Shobolobindog, and Mr. Yuccadoggy. I want to hear what nonsense this man has for me today." They tried to convince the Judge further, but they eventually gave in. The baker continued, "A new man who calls himself James has just moved in DIRECTLY next to my bakery, and I don't like it one bit. He is simply smelling up all of my delicious pastries. Besides, it is not fair to the rest of the village that he is smelling up the pastries the most out of everyone else." "And what would you be suing this man 'James' for?" asked the Judge. "Didn't I just explain? Didn't I? HE IS SIMPLY SMELLING UP MY ENTIRE BAKERY!" screamed the baker. Then the Judge had an idea. A marvelous one, too. He gave into James at once, but made some conditions: "Fine. Tomorrow at ten o'clock, you and James will be in court. But there are some rules. If you win, James will have to pay you five pure gold coins the size of an apple each. But if James wins......You will have to move out of this town and go far, far away, and James gets to own the bakery. Now get out of this court at once before I get my bailiff to kick you out." The baker at once left. One hour later, (when the case ended and Mr. Floginboddles won and Miss Willadoddles lost, Miss Willadoddles had to pay a $50 fine, which was certainly a lot) James was telephoned by the Judge, and this is basically how the conversation went:
"Hello? Hello. This is the Judge of the New York City Supreme Court. I was wondering, would you mind coming over tomorrow to the court. Your not in trouble, but your next door neighbor is being a nuisance and we would appreciate if you could come over. Sure, but why me? Well, that us a simple question. The baker seems to think that you are 'smelling up his pastries' and he wants to sue you. Of course, I know this is all nonsense, but I also know for sure that you are going to win no matter what. Everyone in the village, including the jury, absolutely hates the baker. If you win, he will have to move far, far away, and you will also get to own the bakery. But what if I don't win? You will win. What if I don't? Well.......then you would have to pay him five gold coins, but who cares? It is not like your going to loose. Well, I guess I have no problem with that, then. So it's settled. Tomorrow at ten in the morning. See you there."

The next morning the baker could hear Jame's pocket jiggling with gold coins. He could hear it from far, far away. He felt like he was a good person that day.

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