Granny and the Flying Biscuits

🍪 Chapter 7 – Granny and the Flying Biscuits

Granny Grimoire had just pulled a tray of biscuits from the oven. They sat cooling on the rack in her scullery, golden and sweet-smelling, steam curling up into the rafters.

In any other kitchen, that would be the end of it.
But Granny’s kitchen is… lively.

The very moment Buddy and Richie trotted in — tails wagging, noses twitching — the biscuits twitched back.
One gave a startled hop.
Another wobbled upright like a nervous goat.
And then, with a soft boing, three more sprang clean off the tray.

Within seconds, the whole batch was bouncing around the kitchen like startled field mice.

Buddy barked. Richie skidded. A biscuit ricocheted off the bread bin and landed on Granny’s armchair. Another bounced into the flour pot and disappeared with a poof.

Granny sighed.
She clapped her hands sharply — one sound, crisp as kindling.

“All right, you silly biscuits,” she said. “That’s quite enough.”

The biscuits froze mid-bounce. One hovered embarrassingly close to the ceiling, then sank back down with a sulky thud. Buddy and Richie whined, pleading for just one to fall their way.

“Oh hush,” Granny said, tossing them each a crumb. “It’s not entirely their fault. Biscuits baked with mugwort get a frightful jump on them. Good for dream-seeing, terrible for staying put.”

The dogs wagged as if this explained everything.

✨ Granny’s Note:

“If your biscuits leap at the slightest surprise, steady them with a pinch of rosemary.
If you need a little lift of your own, a mugwort biscuit before bed may help you see things in a lighter way. Best taken with warm milk and a giggle.”