The hostess. The story is fiction.

"The box was opened tightly. Holding the tiny fingers of the fingernails, the young man with inhuman perseverance, without calling anyone for help, unpacked the package, reaching its contents. From tension, he clenched his teeth, overcoming the force of friction, still not knowing about any Newton laws, showing uncommon will! And the packaging surrendered! One of its sides moved away, opening the gap, where Irishka immediately shoved her tiny hand and ... Casket opened!
     - Ay, Mayn Liber Augustine, Augustine, Augustine! Ai, Mayn Libert Avgustin, - the musical greetings from Germany rang out and the “cracker” smiled rather. The most simple and accessible to children of all times and peoples toys are molds for modeling sand of all sorts of animals, pots, pockets, pancakes, flowers of ordinary and unusual shapes, fashioned out of light shiny material and would fit not only children. It remained for the small - to find a suitable sand, preferably slightly wet, in order to experience all the splendor of an unexpected gift! "
Irochka missed only the most important thing in cooking pies, not having time, dragging off an unexpected gift - baking them in the oven! And, perhaps, this is not the most important thing! The main thing - the sand is good, but the berries!