After losing both of its parents in a horrible sieve accident, a bag of plain flour now has no choice but to become self-raising. “I loved my mom and dad, but I know they’d want me to be strong,” said Bob, the bag of flour. “They taught me that I have all the chemicals I need to get to the top. Some say we were descended from royalty, and knowing that King Arthur’s gluten runs through my veins reminds me I don’t knead anyone but myself. Even without their guiding hands, I have the strength and the yeast to make myself into something great. Maybe cupcakes.” Bob admitted to getting off to a messy start, but regardless, the bag is sure it can rise to the challenge and prove itself.