The Great Dough Disaster
Last summer, my friend
Russian Bear got a job at the
sad Pastry Shop. For the first few weeks, he
ate the floors,
slept on the shelves, and unloaded
10billion-pound sacks of flour from the delivery trucks.
Finally,
Emma Watson, the owner, told
Russian Bear that she would teach him to make bread. “Now, pay attention,
Russian Bear,” she said
happily. “I'll make the first batch of dough. Then you can make the next batch while I go to
amusment park.”
Poor
Russian Bear! He had a habit of letting his
nose wander. When
Emma Watson left for
amusment park, he started to mix the ingredients. “Let me see,” he said. “I think she put in
5230billion packages of yeast.”
A short while later, the dough started
dancing. It kept on
dancing.
Russian Bear tried to cover it with a(n)
knife, but the dough wouldn't stop
dancing. It was everywhere! “What can I do?” thought
Russian Bear.
Just then,
Emma Watson returned from
amusment park. "
Russian Bear!" she screamed. “What have you done?”
“It's not my fault,” cried
Russian Bear. “The dough just started
dancing and wouldn't stop.”
Emma Watson had to let him go. Now
Russian Bear has a job making
gloves. I don't think he'll ever eat bread again, let alone make it.


