A clever seasonal tale by Bob Dvorak.

Nate Cassidy was waiting for his big break. His portfolio had been sent to every studio in the book; to every producer on Broadway.

His agent finally landed him a gig. Not exactly what Nate had in mind, but it was a paying gig — dressed as the Pillsbury (R) Doughboy (TM) for a series of TV commercials.

Nonetheless, his professionalism and his ability shone through this none-too-strenuous role, and a talent scout signed him to a contract in an upcoming film. The role was sufficiently large that he was bound to become a household name.

By Christmas, it became obvious that a new Star Had Risen in the Yeast.