Mrs Tins Pies

Bunny carefully loaded her fork with the delicate mango pie, slid it through the pool of cream and lifted it to her mouth.  Heaven, she thought as the wonderful blend of flavours rolled languidly across her tongue. Slowly, slowly she dug into the crisp pastry.   Magic, she thought, but she didn’t know how magic the pies were.

The mad old buzzard, Mrs Tin rattling about in her mansion with her troupe of rabbits, had hit upon the magic by accident.  If Mrs Tin had been a business woman she would have marketed it as a love potion and made her fortune, until they banned her for selling mood changing drugs.  Yes, Mrs Tin’s pies were as potent as ecstasy tinged with the imagination of acid. The pie transported Bunny to a place where true love was not just possible, it was likely.  As the active ingredients steeped Bunny’s bloodstream her body began to tingle, her skin bristled with goose pimples but she felt warm, a deep warmth. A... Read more...