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Every so often, the local baker must bake something and personally deliver it to the monster in the woods, and in exchange the monster leaves the village alone. What no one knows is, the monster actually has a huge crush on the baker and needs an excuse to see them.

“I know what you’re up to.”

“Mmmgn?” the monster replied, through a mouthful of cupcakes.

“I am a vaguely attractive human who works in foodservice. I deal with creepy-ass customers demanding ‘special’ deliveries ALL THE DAMN TIME. I know the signs.”

“Urgh.” The monster managed to swallow. “Um. Does that mean now we can–”

It didn’t finish. Like a reverse timelapse of half a century’s growth from seed to giant misshapen tree, the monster’s formidable form was swallowed into itself. When the chaos quieted down, all that sat on the floor of the cavern was a very, very, very small frog.

“And I made those cupcakes specially for you, this time.” The baker’s grin spread nearly across her whole face. “Your road to my city sure looks like a long walk now, doesn’t it.”