Yeastie-Beastie: Part 2

Cont'd from Yeastie-Beastie: Part 1 "If you have more yeast," she uttered, "you'll be quite a sight. With a bigger mouth you'll surely take a bigger bite." So the greedy Yeastie-Beastie ate up all the yeast. "Burp!" he said. "I'm getting bigger. What a smashing feast!" As his head went through the ceiling, she said: "I'm in luck! You can never catch me, Yeastie, 'cause you're good and stuck." But the Yeastie-Beastie sed, growing more and more. When the house was all in pieces, he began to roar: "Oh, you thought you'd trick me, did you? You were having fun? Now, the joke's on you, my baker. Can you laugh and run?" Through the yard and down the alley dashed Elaine in fear. She could hear the Yeastie-Beastie huffing very near. It was hot: the sun was searing everything below. This made running very sweaty and each step too slow. When she saw a park with banners looming far ahead, from behind she caught a whiff of yummy baking bread. "I will catch you," laughed the Beastie. "It is only right that I get my long awaited, promised, luscious bite!" But he ran a bit more slowly. Once he even fell. What pursued Elaine was something like a bready smell. In the park the Yeastie-Beastie slowed down to a walk. As she peered at her pursuer, chimed the city clock. Thrice it chimed, and she remembered what was going on: Munchin-Broten's baking contest on the park's main lawn. When she ran up to the judges, they exclaimed: "First prize! We have never seen a bread man of such giant size." True enough, the Yeastie-Beastie was already done: he'd been baked while he was running in the scorching sun. So Elaine McMiller gathered all her baker's might, eyed the crust of her creation and took out a bite.