The Magic Basket

Myra's heart fluttered like a hummingbird's wings. Now that I have this magic basket, I don't need to go find work in the city. But it's getting late and cold and I don't want to spend all night traveling. I'll head out of the forest and find myself a room somewhere. To Myra's delight near the edge of the forest was an inn. When she walked through the door, basket in hand, the innkeeper greeted her with a grin. No cash? No room. What was she to do? And then she remembered. Instead of money, how about I pay for my room? Biscuits? The innkeeper arched in