“As the goods are traded, one of the Berbers makes scratch like marks on the parchment.” The parchment paper in my house has finally had a bigger use than making burnt cookies that no one else likes. For years, I have struggled making cookies that aren’t burnt and hard. I have always blamed it on my parchment paper, thinking that it somehow caught fire during the baking process. Once, I even saw my parchment paper spontaneously combust into a magical confetti, much to the dismay of my almost perfectly burnt cookies. I took out the parchment and saw something that changed my cookies forever, strange marks were all over my parchment paper. These marks glowed as bright as my neighbors house during Christmas night. Now, I try to blame the parchment for my bad cooking skills. A strange Canadian being suddenly popped into my kitchen. He went by the name “Justin Beiber” “Justin Berber not Beiber” the being corrected me. He led me down the kitchen sink and told me to close my eyes. He turned on the garbage disposal and we went down like last night’s dinner. A heard loud thud followed by a high pitched scream. I soon found out that was me. The Canadian Berber told me to follow him to the caravan. He scratched a piece of parchment paper and a camel equipped with fruits appeared under me. He led me to a stranger place than Spam Museum! The Empire of Ghana. Ghana had tons of camels riding salt. I was told that we had to steal their supposed “gold” We reached the center of Ghana. A large mosque was located right next to the library. Turns out that we’re in Cordoba to. As we entered the library, the Berber looked at the shelf. He turned it and a door opened. Great, I wondered, we are in the MLKJ library to. A bright yellow light emerged and I saw it. The most beautiful thing I have ever seen. On top of a seemingly innocent piece of parchment paper, lay a thick 20 lbs. block of gold. The gold shined brighter than the sun, making it almost impossible to look at. We reached for the gold when it disappeared. The parchment paper had
