The Bakery in the Woods

The woods began to thin out just ahead, the trees getting more and more spread out and standoffish, until, suddenly, they sprouted a bakery.It was red brick and unapologetic, with a colony of nesting birds on the roof and the most compellingly delightful scent that John had ever had the privilege of smelling. The shape of the building was less appealing, being smallish and squat, built for practicality rather than beauty; but it made up for any shortcomings by the sign on the door, in blocky handwriting, which read “Rodney McKay: Purveyor of Baked Goods and Exceptionally Excellent Lies”..