The Magical Cherry Pie of Swansea🔊

Once upon a time, in a quiet, charming town of Swansea, nestled between rolling green hills and open blue skies, lived a simple elderly baker, Mr. Oliver. Despite his ageing years and tiring days, Mr. Oliver was known far and wide for his delicious pastries and more importantly, his magical cherry pie.

The cherry pie wasn't just any ordinary pastry. It was said to possess the power to make its consumer forget their worries. Not only was it delicious, but it also had the power to bring a smile to even the grumpiest face.

The magic story began when Mr. Oliver was merely a young boy. One day on returning from school, he found a peculiar-looking rock near his home's cherry tree. It was unlike anything he had ever seen - smooth and glossy, twinkling in the afternoon light. On its surface was a strange inscription. Without knowing what to do, he sat under the cherry tree and held it in his palm, looking at the rock curiously. As he did, it began glowing brightly, warming his hand. Little Oliver was frightened, yet inexplicably felt calm.

A translucent fairy appeared from the suddenly radiant stone, quite like a daydream. She called herself Naida, the spirit of joy. The fairy explained that the stone was a joy stone- an enchanted stone that had the power to absorb sadness and replace it with happiness. To activate its magic, one had to combine it with the thing they loved the most.

Oliver, who had always delighted in baking and the radiant smiles his creations bought to people's faces, decided to combine the power of the stone with his pastries. And so, he did, with the stone's magic seeping into his most favoured and best recipe- the cherry pie.

Years passed and the word spread about Mr. Oliver’s miraculous cherry pie. People from everywhere began to visit the quaint little bakery in Swansea to take a bite of the magical pie.

One sunny day, a gloomy looking man named Max walked into the bakery. Max was always worrying about something or the other, carrying a cloud of gloom with him. He ordered a slice of the famous cherry pie. The moment Max took the first bite, he could feel a strange sensation. Slowly, he began to feel an unfelt lightness, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, he laughed. Yes, he laughed, erasing his worries away with every bite of that delightful cherry pie.

Astonishingly, Max was not the only one. There were numerous similar incidents which demonstrated the magic of the delightfully sweet cherry pie. Mr. Oliver had unknowingly become a happiness-spreader in his town with the power of the enchanted joy stone.

Swansea was never the same again! It didn’t just bloom with lush green trees and vibrant flowery lanes, but also with the sound of laughter, everyday cheers and newfound joys. People were happier and wore brighter smiles. All thanks to Mr. Oliver and his marvellously magical cherry pie.

And so, the magical cherry pie became an essential tradition of Swansea. The story of the pie was narrated to everyone who set foot in the town and Mr. Oliver's magical bakery became the heart of Swansea. But, the legend of the joy stone and the secret of the enchanting cherry pie remained a sweet mystery known only to Mr. Oliver and the generations of bakers that followed.