The Great Dough Disaster

                Today we had fun at the Wacky Web Tale site!

           Last summer, my friend Mike got a job at the brown Pastry Shop. For the first few weeks, he punched the floors, kisseed on the shelves, and unloaded one hundred-pound sacks of flour from the delivery trucks.

Finally, Hilary Duff, the owner, told Mike that she would teach him to make bread. "Now, pay attention, Mike," she said sleepy. "I'll make the first batch of dough. Then you can make the next batch while I go to Dave and Busters."

Poor Mike! He had a habit of letting his eyes wander. When Hilary Duff left for Dave and Busters, he started to mix the ingredients. "Let me see," he said. "I think she put in ten hundred packages of yeast."

A short while later, the dough started bitting. It kept on bitting. Mike tried to cover it with a bat, but the dough wouldn't stop bitting. It was everywhere! "What can I do?" thought Mike.

Just then, Hilary Duff returned from Dave and Busters. " Mike!" she screamed. "What have you done?"

"It's not my fault," cried Mike. "The dough just started bitting and wouldn't stop."

Hilary Duff had to let him go. Now Mike has a job making cats. I don't think he'll ever eat bread again, let alone make it.

Comments

[Mike]

I don't make cats. I li yo eaa.

[Ashley]

Yes, you do. i like you ear to.

[Shelby]

BRAVO! BRAVO!