THE REBELLIOUS BUNS.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIII, Issue 137, 11 June 1932, Page 3 (Supplement)

THE REBELLIOUS BUNS.

Cook was making buns and eakes and talking to a friend next door. "Yes," ehe said, "we're going to have a party this afternoon. Jt's Master Robbie's birthday, and lie's having nine little guests to help him to eat all these things. There are to be chicken <s;uulw'iehes and jam tarts, bat'l haven't made them yet. 'This is a very busy day for me." With that ehe placed a tray of buns in the oven and closed the door. The buns looked at each other, and said: "It's very warm in here!" They breathed no deeply that they' grew big ger and rounder, and the heat made thciii change colour.

"There is to be a party to-day," said the First Bun, when they had been removed from the oven to cool. "What a prospect for us! Robbie and nine little guesUs, all with grubby hands and •jam my mouths, seated at the table and staring at us, and then tearing us in pieces!"

"A miserable fate!" sighed the .Second Bun. "Wo shall be cut in two and buttered before ever we are aent to table; and that must be very unpleasant."

"Perhaps," said the Third Bun, meditatively, "the .nine little quests will have clean linnds after all, and they may not want to eat us when there are jam tarts.'

"Tut, tut/ , said the Fifth Bun, ''It is the suspense that i.s so killing. I suggest that we escape whilst cook it> absent."

The milkman had latched the door insecurely, and n6w it blew open. Had he been there at that moment he would have been amazed to eee ten buns rolling merrily out, one after another; but cook had put, them on the floor to <:001, and the going was easy.

Out into the street they went, and a butcher's boy chased them with whoops of joy. Then a dog saw them, and presently he was joined by another and still another.

Faster and faster rolled the buns, and faster and faster sped the dogs. Soon there were ten dogs, and one by one they overtook the bvine, and caught them in their jaws.

"What an end!" sighed the First Bun. "I think the guests would' have been gentler—!" Soon nothing remained but a single currant to mark the passing of the buns.