On a recent evening a man came to the front desk of the library. He was carrying a large plank of plywood.
On the plywood were copious amounts of what appeared to be a flour and water mix. He might have put yeast in it to make it airier and lighter. He had shaped the mixture into a kind of giant map. It appeared to have divisions for states, or provinces. He'd created a facsimile of a capitol building out of flour mix, and he made hundreds of tiny people as well. There were cities and mountains and rivers, all of it roughly discernible in its pasty white mush.
"I'd like the library to have this." The man said, setting his weighty plank onto the counter.
"I can't take this." the librarian replied. "I don't even know what it is."
He looked at him like he was a fool. "It's a dough nation."
