Fun At The Bakery
As quick as lightning, I dashed down the long, black stairs. It was nearly time to go to my Auntie’s bakery! As soon as I got there, I started to serve some customers. My Auntie went somewhere and left me alone. I was fascinated by all of the pastries cooking in the steaming hot ovens. But, there was one I really really loved. As I turned round it changed shape. I thought to myself maybe just a bite. As I started to devour the delicious madeira cake my Auntie came storming in the room. She was furious. I was sent home and never welcomed back again.
By Hannah.H
As quick as lightning, I dashed down the long, black stairs. It was nearly time to go to my Auntie’s bakery! As soon as I got there, I started to serve some customers. My Auntie went somewhere and left me alone. I was fascinated by all of the pastries cooking in the steaming hot ovens. But, there was one I really really loved. As I turned round it changed shape. I thought to myself maybe just a bite. As I started to devour the delicious madeira cake my Auntie came storming in the room. She was furious. I was sent home and never welcomed back again.
By Hannah.H