The constable's cream dribbled on to the dough and instantly reinvigorated the doughy burglar. And the dough began to move of its own accord to bind and wrap itself around the hapless burglar, the witch fell backwards and onto the floor and struck her head against the hearthstone.
"Mmhelpffmmmee!" screamed the constable from his doughy prison. The dough felt compelled to get into the oven, and began to move like an inch worm off the table and across the floor. The constable shrieked in pain as his knees and back were bent and twisted by dough worm's progress. With his head touching the floor, he felt his feet hook on a metal bar, and his legs bend to open the oven door. The dough hissed and steamed as it crawled across the hot metal door and onto the hot stone shelf.
Gretel returned and saw that the witch had put something in the oven, and then fallen asleep naked on the floor. Gretel shook her head the witch was always falling asleep at odd times. The apprentice witch walked over and closed the door ignoring the muffled screams of the dough wrapped constable.
Inside the dough, the constable began to sweat, and he felt himself changing.