Sweet Cindy

Once upon a time there was a baker. He had a daughter named Cindy.

Cindy’s clothes and hair were always covered in flour. Cindy didn’t mind.

She made the sweetest pastries in the bakeshop. Everyone called her “Sweet Cindy.”

The baker also had a wife and stepdaughter, Susan. They were spoiled and did not like to work.

“You cannot expect us to be bakers!” Susan said. “Our clothes would be ruined.”

One day, a squire from the castle came to the bakery. The prince was planning a ball.

“We need 100 sweet buns, 30 cakes, and 12 dozen rolls,” the squire told Cindy.

Susan heard the squire talking.

“We are honored to serve the prince,” Susan said. “I will make sure our servant Cindy makes everything you need.”

The squire smiled at Susan. “Thank you,” he said. “I assume you will attend the ball?”

“Of course,” Susan blushed.

“Oh, a ball!” Cindy said. “How exciting!”

“A poor girl like you can’t go! You have bread to bake,” Susan said in a rude voice.

Susan was right. If Cindy were to bake everything on the list, she would not have time to make a gown for the ball.