Tumultuous sounds filled his ears as he looked down at the piece of paper in his hands. Then, for a brief moment, he allowed his attention to shift to the multitude of voices outside. A man with a raspy voice cried out to the bystanders that his fish was freshly caught this morning. Another man mockingly replied, while a female voice told both to stop arguing.
As the voices faded back into their usual murmurs of the street, his gaze returned to the paper in his hands. “A recipe for disaster,” he thought, and then a chuckle escaped from his lips. He slowly walked to the kitchen, opened a cupboard next to the fridge, and grabbed the ingredients. Flour, sugar, salt, oil, two eggs, and a fresh carton of milk. To his surprise, he even had the rarely used baking powder. Despite his initial skepticism, he was off to a great start. As he gathered the rest of the equipment to begin his culinary adventure, he started singing, “Do you know the Muffin man, the Muffin man, the Muffin man,” while juggling the eggs in the air with overconfidence.
CRACK
Thankfully, he only needed one.
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