The Great Breading

Long long ago, there was once a halfling not much older than you. This halfling was named Tubo. And Tubo came from a poor village that didn't have very much water or food because they couldn't grow their crops. The people in Tubo's village were hungry and mean because an empty belly makes even the kindest person bitter and foul. But Tubo had a secret. His grandfather gave him a special kind of yeast, and Tubo had kept it ever since. "Tubo," His grandfather once said. "A day will come when even the tiny yeast will appear to be feast. But you must never eat this. Nor can anyone else eat this. When that day comes, take the yeast, a little bit of flour, salt, and water. Make a small amount of dough and add the yeast to it. Then, put the bowl in your window and go to sleep. The next morning, the yeast will take care of you."
Tubo guarded the yeast under his pillow getting hungrier day by day. He had nothing to eat, and the yeast under his pillow, little as it was, looking to be the greatest feast he'd ever seen. But he remembered his grandfather's words and never ate it. Once day, when the last of the water ran out, and the people were ready to leave, Tubo pulled out his yeast. "Wait!" He said to his mother and father before they left the house. "I will save us all!" They shook their heads in disbelief. All Tubo had was that little bit of yeast.
He ran outside to his friends who were packing up their belongings onto starving donkeys. "Wait! I will save us all!" And they laughed at him holding his little bag of yeast. He ran to the villagers that were just beginning to leave. "Wait! I will save us all!" And they mocked him for thinking that anything could be done at all. But a little girl came up to him holding the bag and asked, "What's in the bag, Tubo?"
Tubo knelt down and smiled. "Inside this bag is a very special kind of yeast. All I need is a little bit of flour, and a little bit of water, and yeast will do the rest. This special yeast will save our village." And the little girl believed him! She scraped the flour off her apron into a tiny cup and fetched the last droplets of water from inside the well and brought it to him. "Is this enough?"
"Yes, this is more than enough." Tubo poured in the yeast, and the villagers watched with great curiosity. But nothing happened. It was just a cup with a little soggy flour and some yeast. "Bah!" The villagers cried. "That yeast won't save us!"
But then, Tubo remembered the second part of what his grandfather said. "Everyone! Stay here until the morning. The yeast needs time to rise. If nothing happens by tomorrow morning, then you all can leave." The villagers returned to their homes but left their bags packed ready to leave at dawn the next day. Tubo set the cup in his window and went to sleep.
The next morning, Tubo opened his eyes, but he could barely see. The dough overflowed the little cup and spilled out into his bedroom. The villagers woke up but could barely open their doors! The dough had spread throughout the village! Everywhere you looked, all you could see was puffy dough! The villagers rejoiced because they were now fed! They could eat for a hundred years--and you know halflings eat a lot-- and still not be finished with the giant ball of dough. And when they drew from the well, there was fresh water aplenty!
They cut smaller sections from the giant mound of dough and began baking it. Every oven in the village was baking bread, and every kitchen overflowed with more dough! The village was saved all thanks to Tubo! They grew their crops and fed their cows, and the village was renewed with life!
And that's why, every year, we take a day to bake bread and share with our friends and family. In remembrance of Tubo and how he saved his village.