The zealous overseer gesticulated like a ringmaster about the virtual treasure trove boasting how their mouthwatering signature sweet course eaten at the end of a meal were gluten-free, dairy-free, cruelty-free, BPA-free, nut free, non-genetically modified, and baked with centuries-old ovens in the most sanitary conditions. A throng of diligent bakers darted to and fro strutting their stuff in an operational ballet wearing sterile jumpsuits that covered them from head to toe. Only the eyes of the skilled practitioners were visible through an opening in their masks.

"It's supposed to sound like that!" the guide explained to the onlookers as they came by an articulated machine piping shrill noises like if a cat walked across the keys of a Mighty Wurlitzer. A classmate flung their arms wildly imitating the industrial invention. "That kiddo gets it! Stay in school! Don't forget to floss!" he smiled making floss dance moves under a sign that said, "Please pardon our dust."

La David laggard behind the group as he gazed around in wonderment at the vast hive of activity. A stalwart baker scurrying up a ladder with keen expertise saw the young straggler. Big eyes bulged from its mask spinning in opposite directions! La David quickly rejoined the class.

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