The Pigeon Who Owned the Bakery
It starts with a little idea…
Elsie (child)“The pigeon’s called Pip. He owns the bread shop. Not just eats the crumbs. He has that big white hat, and he makes a bread that’s too big. Like, it won’t go in.”
Pip wants to bake the biggest loaf in town. But his dough has grown, his oven hasn’t, and his customers are waiting.
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Pip’s grand plan
Pip owned the little bakery on Bell Street. Each morning, he brushed the flour from his feathers and put on his tall white hat. Today was the street party. “I’ll bake the biggest loaf in town,” he said. “Enough for everyone.”
Under the cloth
Pip mixed and kneaded until his wings were tired. He tucked the dough beneath a cloth. “Now you rise,” he told it. He swept the floor. He polished the bell. Behind him, the cloth began to lift.
Up and over
Up it went. Up and over the bowl. Pip pulled off the cloth. The dough wobbled like a great pale pudding. He looked at the dough. He looked at the oven. “Oh,” said Pip. The dough was much too wide.
The hungry knock
Knock, knock. Mabel was at the door. Behind her stood Ada Rabbit and Dot Mouse. “Is the party bread ready?” asked Mabel. Pip’s hat drooped. “It won’t fit,” he whispered. Dot peered around the door. “Not even a little bit?”
A small idea
Pip looked at Dot. Then he looked at the dough. “A little bit,” he said. He pinched off a piece and rolled it into a bun. “That would fit.” “And so would another,” said Mabel. Pip’s hat stood up again.
Twists and curls
Soon the table was covered in twists, curls and little round buns. Ada made a plait. Mabel made a knot. Dot made a tiny snail. Pip set the first tray in the oven. The others washed their paws and waited outside.
What was that smell?
They waited. Then a warm, buttery smell slipped under the door. Pip brought out the first tray. Golden buns, crisp at the edges. “Who wants a taste?” Dot raised both paws. Pip laughed and went back to bake the next batch.
Enough for everyone
At the street party, everyone found a bun they liked. There were knots and plaits and curls, and one very small snail. “Not the biggest loaf in town,” said Pip. Dot took a bite. “No,” she said. “But mine is just right.”
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