In the tiny village of Buttercross, there was a bakery that made miracles. Mrs. Pevensie’s biscuits were famous—golden, buttery, and (according to old Tom the shepherd) "so light they could float away if you bit ‘em wrong."
But one biscuit was different.
The Last One in the Tin.
No matter how many times children tried to eat it—
—it always reappeared whole the next morning.
The Secret Ingredient
Little Maggie discovered the truth when she hid overnight in the bakery. At midnight, the biscuit hopped out of the tin and began:
- Dusting flour with its crumbs
- Humming a tune like a teakettle
- And patching cracks in the oven with butter
It was the bakery’s guardian spirit—a lump of dough accidentally kneaded with Mrs. Pevensie’s wedding ring sixty years prior.
The Sweetest Goodbye
When Mrs. Pevensie passed at 102, the village woke to find:
- Every windowsill lined with fresh biscuits
- The cobblestones swept with sugar
- And the Last Biscuit finally gone…