A Proper Mud Pie Bake-Off

Oi! Strutting around like a dapper gent inside was all well and good, but my plates of meat were dying for some proper messy grafted action out on the turf! I barged right through the flap and trotted straight over to the damp dirt patch beneath the brass garden tap. Clocked an upturned tin can lid and a handful of gravel sitting by the bricks. Prime bakery kit, innit! I scooped up a hefty dollop of sticky brown mud with both front paws, slapped it down flat onto the tin lid, and pressed five smooth white pebbles right into the top like chocolate chips. Proper Michelin star baker at work, mate!