Bobdule «Simple»

And from that day on, whenever anyone in Puddling Parva felt rushed, or sharp, or too certain, they would stop and say, “Let it bobdule a bit.”

It first appeared on a Tuesday. Mrs. Gimbel, the baker, was kneading her sourdough when she stopped, flour on her nose, and said to no one in particular: “This dough needs to bobdule a little longer.” Her apprentice blinked. “Bobdule?” “Yes,” said Mrs. Gimbel, as if it were the most obvious word in the world. “You know. Bobdule. Before the second rise.” bobdule

The hall was quiet. Then Mr. Hix nodded. Mrs. Gimbel wiped her hands on her apron. The postman smiled. And from that day on, whenever anyone in