The Old Lady And Her Cakes
Published by Mike Jones at Smashwords
Copyright © 2011 Mike Jones
ISBN: 987-1-4658-4225-1
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Once upon a time...
There was an old lady that lived all by herself in a crooked house down in the valley. She had long grey hair that looked like it could do with a good wash. Her clothes were dirty and her shoes had holes in them. This old lady was a happy old lady. Her face always wore a smile.
For as long as anyone could remember, all the people living in the valley woke up each morning to the smell of freshly baked cakes, and everyone knew it was the old lady’s cakes. Everyday the old lady would bake cakes. She would bake, plain cakes, chocolate cakes, fairy cakes, apple cakes, jam cakes, plum cakes, cherry cakes, blueberry cakes, blackberry cakes, she would bake all kinds of cakes. She would bake, birthday cakes, wedding cakes, Christmas cakes, she would bake cakes for all occasions. She was known as ‘The old lady that baked cakes.’
The old lady would always remember the little children’s birthdays. She would be on their doorstep on the morning of their birthday with their favourite cakes. It made the children very happy, and in return it put a smile on the old lady’s face.
It was
the start of a new day down in the valley. The sun was rising, the
birds were singing, it was a beautiful day, but something was amiss.
“I can’t smell any cakes,” shouted one man. “Is there
something wrong with my nose?”
“It looks just fine to me,”
Replied another man. “But I can’t smell any cakes either and I
have a big nose that can smell everything.”
A little
bit later all the children started to wake up and they could not
smell any cakes. The dogs were sniffing the air. They couldn’t
smell any cakes. The cats also couldn’t smell any cakes. Everybody
began to talk, they were all asking the same question.
“Why
can’t we smell any cakes? I can’t smell any cakes. You can’t
smell any cakes. Nobody can smell any cakes. Why can’t we smell any
cakes?”
The
people in the valley did not know what to do.
“Maybe something
has happened to the old lady,” said one little boy, who seemed
quite concerned. He began to feel very sad because his birthday was
going to be the following day, which meant that he might not get any
cake.
“We will have to go and see the old lady,” shouted one
man. “To find out why we can’t smell any cakes.”
Well,
everybody in the valley set off to the old lady’s house. All the
men and women, all the boys and girls and all the cats and dogs,
everybody, even all the birds went. It wasn’t long before they
reached the old crooked house where the old lady lived.
“You
all wait here,” shouted one man. “And I will go inside to see the
old lady to find out why we can’t smell any cakes.”
When the
man went inside the old crooked house he got a bit of a shock when he
saw, what he saw. The house was in a mess. Things were everywhere.
There were pots and pans, cups and plates, there were knifes and
forks in cakes. There were jars and jugs on the floor. There were tea
towels and table-cloths hanging over the door. Where was the old
lady? She could not be found.
“Oh look,” said the man, “There
she is, she is wearing her night gown.”
The old
lady was fast asleep in her rocking chair and she did not hear the
man when he came into her house. She suddenly opened her eyes and saw
him.
“What are you doing in my house?” asked the old lady.
“I have come to see you to find out why we can’t smell any
cakes,” said the man.
“Oh,” said the old lady. “I must
have fallen asleep. I am so tired, my house is in a mess and I have
lots of cakes to make. I just want to sleep.” And the old lady’s
face began to loose her smile.
“Don’t
worry,” said the man. “You go and have a nice little sleep and I
will clean up your house for you.”
“You will be cleaning this
house for weeks,” said the old lady. “There is just too much to
do.” “Yes, but I have some helpers with me.” And the man opened
the old crooked door to the old crooked house and the old lady was
very surprised to see everybody from the valley standing there.
And so they did just that, they cleaned the old lady’s house from top to bottom. They swept and they moped, they scrubbed and they washed, they mended her shoes and while the old lady slept, they even washed her hair. Her hair was no longer grey, it was a beautiful shiny silver colour. What would have taken weeks to clean took no time at all because everybody from the valley had helped.
Bright
and early the following day the old lady was on the doorstep of the
sad little boy’s house.
“Happy birthday,” said the old
lady. “Here is your birthday cake.” It was a big iced cake with a
cherry on top. It was the little boy’s favourite.
“Golly
Gosh!” said the little boy. And his face was a picture, which put
the smile back on the face of the old lady.
Once more the smell of cakes whiffed and wafted down the valley to the delight of everybody, all the men and women, all the boys and girls and all the cats and dogs and even the birds were happy... And the man with the big nose... he was over the moon.
Everyday people from the valley took it in turns to go and help the old lady clean her house, so that she was able to continue to bake her cakes. Her house was clean, her hair was clean and her clothes and shoes were clean. Everyone took care of the old lady. She was the old lady that baked cakes.
And they all lived happily ever-after.
THE END
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This story was written by – Mike Jones
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