I haven't posted in a month, and this is what I came up with.

Over many decades, the Grundles had no power over bread. Only recently have they come up with a contrivance to extinguish bread’s reign of power over the mid-south-northwest. It seemed impossible, but they had all grown tired of being slaves to bread. It was time to strike back… with a vengeance.

Was it love, or was it Fancy Feast ®? None of the Grundles knew for sure, but whatever it was, the bread’s vicious feline army was unstoppable, for the Grundles only had wet food, and that gave the army gas. The bread they fought was unleavened, and even more voracious than the kind that had flour. They commanded their cat army whit ruthlessness, and settled for nothing less than unleavened conquest.

The Grundles, however, came prepared this time, for they had flour, and flamethrowers, how they found these things was unclear to the bread, after all there was only one store you could buy those things from, and that was heavily guarded by the felines. Unless the Grundles had found a way past them, but that would require dry food, which was only attained from the pet store, which was heavily guarded by the unleavened bread.

The Grundles had penetrated the bread’s incomprehensible defenses, and now there was no stopping them. With flamethrowers in hand, and flour in pocket, the only thing the bread could think to do was to surrender and be leavened. All the evil reign of bread had come to an end. The Grundles had their victory. Hoo-ah!