What’s this?.

Lolo’s tongue slithered out of his mouth and creeped upward towards his nose, moistening his upper lip.

Hrmmm.

He levitated closer to the pie. Plumes of rhubarb flavor billowed up from the surface crust. Lolo’s eyes widened with every inch.

It sat on a tall marble pedestal alone in the center of the garden. A few stray leaves fluttered in the calm breeze. Lush green grass carpeted every inch of the ground. Thick walls of verdant trees surrounded Lolo on all sides. There was no sign of an entry point anywhere, but Lolo’s mind was singularly fixated on the golden brown deliciousness teasing him from just a few short feet away.

His slow steps tore the eerie stillness that blanketed the garden one fiber at a time. The leaves were moving faster, and faster still. He raised his arms. One more step. His fingers spread apart, ready to grasp. One more step. The breeze was by now a gust. A vortex of branches and dust screamed around Lolo, who remained oblivious.