THE SPECIAL BAKER by Maddi Hunt

 For a talent show for activity days, Maddi- night before the big show had to come up with a talent to display. This is what she came up with. Pretty impressive!!!

Once upon a time, there lived an old, sad, baker who had no friends or family.well at least not anymore. his mother had passed away after he was born. His small, old shop had grown dull and his cakes grew rather boring. However, he used to put great effort in his cakes, and his friends and family appreciated his unique talent. Everybody loved them. Years passed. The ones who enjoyed his cakes most, either died, or moved away. Now, no one gave cakes to one another to represent love, and the baker was lonely. Since nobody cared about cakes representing love, he soon grew to care less also. Now he never put effort in his cakes . now all his cakes were just plain cakes, with plain frosting, and plain sprinkles. He had very few costumers but just enough to have a tiny, one - story house with nothing in it. One dismal day, an old lady came into his shop.''May I get a special cake for a special person?'' she asked very sweetly. Sure ma'am he said. Chocolate or vanilla? '' I want a special cake with special frosting  and special sprinkles.'' she said with a smile.''ok,  your cake will be ready by tommorow'' he promised as he went into the kitchen.''hmmmmmmmmm'' he thought. ''a special cake could mean anything.'' He baked a plain rectangle shaped cake with white frosting, and lots of plain colorful sprinkles.''That should be good" he said to himself as he went out the door and walked home. That night, he could not sleep for some weird reason. But, eventually he fell asleep. The next morning, the old lady showed up quite early in the morning waiting eagerly for her ''special'' cake. The baker handed her his plain cake and she looked at it with a big giant frown across her face. '' This isn't the cake that I was looking for. It's just not special enough.'' ''uuummm OK,'' he said a little bit frustrated. "I'll make you a cake that is more special,'' he said. He needed to hurry and make it because the shop was going to close in 1 hour. He hurried and made a plain circle cake with plain chocolate frosting and the same colorful sprinkles. He hurried home without giving much thought to anything. He still slept horrible, but he fell asleep eventually. The next morning he woke up very late and when he got to his shop, the old lady was standing there patiently waiting for him to  unlock it. He unlocked the door and went in the kitchen to get her cake. he stared at the cake and realized he had seriously done it sloppy. He gave it to her anyway, though. Obviously she did not accept it. This time he was kind of annoyed. He seriously wanted to make it special. He took this cake so seriously that he even tried to make the shape special, a heart. After it was all baked, he decided that it was time to get to work on the frosting, which was for him, the best part.he walked over to the Fry's next door and instead of just chocolate and vanilla, he chose all of the different colors of the rainbow. When he started, he decided to do do it white with all different colored polka dots and he even picked wildflowers from a nearby hill and stuck them on the cake. he was so exited to give his cake to the lady. This time he had actually worked hard and he knew it. He kind of wanted to keep it himself. When he was finished, it was very late at night, so he walked home in a good mood. He fell asleep in a good mood too. He dreamt about his cake and he woke up with a smile. He had put so much effort into it! He had decided to come to work early. When the old lady got there, he gave her the cake hoping she would like it. She did! She took the cake and said, ''this is just perfect." She handed the cake back to him!!!! "

What in the heck are you doing ma'am???  "You are the special person that I wanted to give this cake to. You,  my son." "What?" asked the baker. His mother had died right after he was born. Or, so he thought. "I was living on the road, she said."And I didn't have enough money to raise you, so I found someone who could care for you. I thought of you every day and every night. Every day after you opened the shop, I tried to convince myself  to go inside and meet you again, but I just never could. About three days ago, I finally made up my mind and here I am. Please forgive me." She stared at the baker with kind eyes and he gave her a big,warm, hug. The baker put effort into his cakes from that day on and his life was happy. He believed that his cakes were actually special. THE END

by Madeline Hunt