You pull yourself up, onto the crust. Its cushy underneath your sore feet. This pie seems comfortable. You let down your guard and relax. Its a pie! Its all good! You walk around on top of it. It is enjoyable. You bounce up and down a little, like you are on a trampoline. How fun. Up and down, up and down, you really like to bounce! Wow, that was a high jump! You land back on the pie, laughing, and... WHOOOOOOOSH! "ARAH!" you yell, falling on the ground and rolling to the side to prevent the flood of hot air that just came whooshing up out of the crevasse in the crust. Its like a geyser, but without the water. And its scary. The channel of air lasts about 20 seconds, and then it stops, abruptly. You turn your head to the left. Another crevasse. You move to the side, just in time, because another fountain of air just spurted up. You scooch to the crust and lean up against it, avoiding any and all of the fissures. You observe as they sporadically explode, counting the number of seconds they last: 22. You are calm enough to notice something else: the smell. But the odor throws you off guard. Raisins? In a pie? That's preposterous. But... your nose has never let you down. You sniff again. Raisins, yes, and lemon, and... walnuts! WALNUTS! WALNUT WINGS! Oh, glory day! Oh, this is great! But, as always, a problem. The walnuts are in the pie. Under the crust. And, as you think about it, you realize it would not be a good idea to just tear into the pie, because there is probably a lot more hot air in there, and it could burn you. So. Now what? An idea hatches into your mind. What if, what if you managed to pull the wings out of one of the crevasses. Sure, they are deep, but if you could pull the wings out of the side, rather than the bottom... It might work. Yes, why not? Why not! It is dangerous to stick your hand into a chasm filled with hot air but if the hot air is not coming out... You become more confident with your idea. You move near a fissure. You wait a few moments, and hot air begins to rise. You move your head away, waiting it to be over. "20,21,22," you count out loud, and then plunge your hand down. You can feel the wrinkly raisins and something hard, oh! You grab the walnut and pull it out. Oh. This is only a piece of walnut. It couldn't be the wings. You wait until the next expulsion, then repeat the process, pulling out another chopped walnut. Again, and again, its just pieces. But you don't lose faith, you are confident this is where the walnut wings are. And you are rewarded. You pull out a walnut, it's not chopped up. You look.
The walnut looks like butterfly wings. Yes, yes, those ARE the walnut wings. You clutch the first of the Sacred Objects. And you laugh. Hysterically. Because you did it. All by yourself. Finally, you accomplished something. Its marvelous. You look around, as if receiving applause from an audience. As you turn your head from side to side, nodding to acknowledge the support of your fans, you notice something on the stove. Something that wasn't there before. Three things, actually. All white and round. Your curiousity is intrigued. You stand up, walk around the crevasses and step off the pie, and off the wire rack. You trot over to the stove. Right there, in the front. Eggs. And... what's this? Something is on one of them.
It looks like a crack. It also looks like the crack is looking at you. It looks like an eye. The EYE OF EGG? No, it couldn't be that easy. A Sacred Object couldn't be just sitting there, out in the open. You know that. But you can't deny the eye. So... It must be it. You congratulate yourself on your good luck. Hurrah! Now all that's left is to find the FLOUR FLOWER. So you roll the eye of egg on before you and clip on your walnut wings and on you go!
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