‘‘Well,’’ said Mrs Baker ‘’When you return, bring back a sack of sugar.’’
‘‘A sack of sugar,’’ said Mr Baker to himself as she left,
‘‘I’ll remember that or my name’s not Bobby Baker.’’
But by the time Mr Baker had got to the shop, he had forgotten.
‘‘So what was it that you wanted?’’ asked the Shopkeeper.
‘‘I can’t remember,’’ poor Mr Baker said.
‘‘A bottle of milk, a tin of fruit?’’ the Shopkeeper said.
‘‘No, no’’ Mr Baker replied.
‘‘A dozen eggs, a bag of yeast?’’ the Shopkeeper said.
‘‘Yes, yes that was it!’’ shouted Mr Baker,
‘‘A bag of yeast!’’
Back at the shop Mr Baker finished making some bread.
He went upstairs and gave the bag to Mrs Baker.
‘‘That’s yeast!’’ she strongly said,
‘‘I can’t ice buns with grains of yeast’’
‘‘Oh no’’ Mr Baker groaned,
‘‘I must have forgotten to buy you that sack of sugar’’
‘‘Well I forgot to do you any lunch’’ replied an angry Mrs Baker.
That afternoon Mr Baker opened up the shop.
All kinds of cakes and biscuits were being bought, but no bread and no iced buns because of forgetful Mr Baker.
When the shop closed later that day Mr Baker began to count the money.
‘‘One hundred and one, one hundred and two’’ he called out.
Mrs Baker entered the shop.
‘‘When you have finished that’’ she said,
‘‘Can you remember to bring me up three tea-cakes.’’
‘‘Three teacakes,’’ said Mr Baker to himself as she left.
‘‘I’ll remember that or my name’s not Bobby Baker.’’
He started to count again but forgot what number he was on.
‘‘Oh dear!’’ cried Mr Baker,
‘‘I’ll have to start again.’’
Once he finished Mr Baker went upstairs to have tea.
‘‘Well?’’ Mrs Baker said sharply,
‘‘Did you bring me up the tea-cakes?’’
‘‘Tea-cakes?’’ Mr Baker questioned,
‘‘What tea-cakes?’’
‘‘The tea-cakes I asked you to bring up,’’ answered an angry Mrs Baker,
‘‘Have you forgotten again?’’
‘‘Oh no!’’ he cried,
‘‘I was too busy counting the money.’’
‘‘Right,’’ said Mrs Baker,
‘‘I’m too busy to make your tea.’’
Mr Baker, tired and hungry went and sat in his van.
Soon Mrs Baker appeared.
‘‘Whilst you are here,’’ she begun,
‘‘You can mend the fence.’’
‘‘The fence, the fence’’ Mr Baker recited,
‘‘Mend the fence,’’ slowly repeating it to himself.
‘‘I will leave you some nails behind the van,’’ said Mrs Baker,
‘‘And don’t forget.’’
‘‘Nails behind the van,’’ replied Mr Baker as Mrs Baker left,
‘‘I’ll remember that or my name’s not Bobby Baker.’’
He fell asleep in the van.
When he woke up, he moved the van back into his drive.
As it began to move Mr Baker heard a loud bang!
He stopped the van and went to look round the back.
‘‘Oh no!’’ he cried,
‘‘I forgot about the nails.’’
At this point out of the shop ran Mrs Baker,
‘‘What was that!’’ she called.
‘‘The nails for the fence,’’ answered Mr Baker.
Before he could finish Mrs Baker said,
‘‘Don’t tell me, you forgot.’’
‘‘Yes,’’ he quietly said.
‘‘One of these fine days,’’ she said,
‘‘You’re going to forget your own name, Peter Baker.’’
The End.
