It was the yeast of times; it was the worst of times. There was once a tiny yeast cell born on Yeaster Sunday in a colony of many other yeast cells, for it takes a village to raise a yeast cell. He lived very happily playing with all the other yeast children. None of them had cell phones, but their parents let them float free all day.
Then one day, while floating with his friends there was this ear rattling noise and he started getting very cold. The pressure started dropping and all the water disappeared and he got very very sleepy. He had no idea, but much time passed, just like in the BLIP.
Then one day, he woke up. There was water everywhere and other yeasts, some he knew, and some he did not. But even better, there was flour and sugar everywhere, more sugar than he ever saw! It was yeast nirvana. He was eating and pooping carbon dioxide. Eating and pooping. Eating and pooping.
Then suddenly, he started getting warm. It was a beautiful sauna, and he knew that sauna's were good for health. So he just relaxed and enjoyed it. But then he slowed down. What was going on? It was getting a bit much. Finally, he could not bear the heat any more, and he closed his eyes... forever. Dead at a young age in the oven.
The End
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