It is strange!
Yes, I’ve been working overtime and taking all the orders, even if they are past the meal times, but I don’t remember making this particular one. The crust is just like the one I make, color wise, but the toppings! Why don’t I remember assembling it!
It would be great if I have elves like the ones in that shoemaker story, but I doubt that elves make pizzas.
I probably should go get some sleep. And looks like standing up for too long is causing more hallucinations. Bizarre, but I can touch, slice and smell it quite like the others. Tastes great too. No one uses my brick oven, then how did this get here! Strange!
OK, off to sleep before I see elves running around.
And so the owner of the pizzeria, climbed up slowly to his room upstairs, still pondering on how his mind could conjure a perfectly realistic pizza out of the blue, or if elves did exist. If so, how they would be running around in his kitchen, preparing more delectable pies. The toppings were apparently experimental. Wait, the ones on the pizza he had were…..
But his overworked mind couldn’t stay awake anymore, and he drifted in slumber lands, weaving past pizzas and dough.
When he finally woke up with a start, it took him a while to realize where he was and why he had come there. He was grateful for the rest and walked down the stairs to his kitchen.
He heard his son call out to him –
‘Yes, you have told us to stay away from your brick oven, but you should have mentioned the fee. You cut the pizza and take the slice of your choice, huh? Isn’t that steep?’
He wasn’t sure of elves, but he could definitely vouch for imps.
