Franko Billypants examined the lovely ring in his hand. Its delightful glaze gave off an aroma that spoke of the great bakeries in the great Mount Baker. "Cousin Billyboy left me this?" he asked the elderly Gray Ralph who had come into his little bakery on the edge of Flopitown. "Why didn't he just eat it?" "What must I do?" asked Franko in terror. "I'm already feeling the temptation to eat this!" "It must be taken to the ovens in Mount Baker and thrown in!" said Gray Ralph urgently. "Leave it here for now. We must go to your cousin Billyboy's farewell party."