A Cinnamon Roll of the Dice

My tummy was grumbling for something sweet, and floating right beside a loaf of fresh sourdough bread was a shiny glazed cinnamon pastry! It was tucked inside an open paper bag, smelling of warm sugar. Naturally, a great court magician deserves a bite, so I threw my hands wide and chanted, 'Fluff-o-lift-o!' Instead of floating gently into my grasp, the pastry spun like a wheel, flicked against the paper rim, and sent a tiny cloud of powdered sugar puffing straight into the air! A tiny dusted trail settled neatly across my sleeves, but a sweet flake landed right on my finger—magnificently delicious!