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The Fairies' Cake
There was once a young lady called lucy who baked the best cakes in the whole world. One day she was stolen away by the fairies, who locked her up in the kitchen in fairyland. “Make us a cake !” they all demanded. “A big, gooey, crumbly, creamy cake with icing!”.
“And what will become of me when I have done baking ?” asked lucy.
“Oh, We will turn you into a tree.”
“I do not want turn into a tree,”thought lucy. So she said to the fairies,”How can I make a cake without flour ? you’d better fly to my kitchen and fetch me a bag flour.”
So the fairies flitted over to the croft where lucy lived, and flitted back with a bag flour.
Lucy shook her head. “How can I make a cake without eggs? You’d better fly to my hen-house and fetch me half a dozen eggs.”
So the fairies flew over to the hen-house, and flew back with a half dozen eggs. “But how can I make a cake without sugar?” said lucy to the fairies.
“You’d better hurry to my cupboard a bag of sugar, and between them carried it back to fairyland. “Ouch, but you forgot the baking powder!” cried Lucy. “Do you want a cake as flat as dinner plate?” And she sent the fairies back for the baking powder. She sent them for the icing sugar, the cherries, the cream and a bowl. And with every trip the fairies grew more and more tired, until their wings drooped. “There I’m ready!” said Lucy, putting all the ingredients into a bowl. “But oh dear, I’m too worried about my poor wee baby to think about cake-making. You must go and fetch him for me to watch over while I cook.
“Oh, all right,” said the fairies grudgingly. They did not want to go – they were worn out. But how else could they get their cake?
They were no sooner back, carrying the baby in his crib, than Lucy looked at her watch. “Oh goodness gracious! It is time for my husband’s tea. I must go home and cook him something.”
“Oh no you don’t!” said the fairies. “Let him make his own tea!” But Lucy fell it into such fits of giggles that she could neither whisk nor stir. “Make his own tea? Why, he could not butter a slice of bread! Oh, no, you must fetch him so I can Explain why his tea’s late.”
So the fairies flapped over to teh croft – and flapped back him Lucy’s husband. Then they sat back to back on the floor to catch their breath.
“Did you lock up the cat and the dog before you left?” Lucy asked her husband sharply – though she winked an eye as she spoke.
“Er...er, no I-I did not have time.
“What? The dog and cat not locked up? Why, they will scratch the house to pieces! You fairies will have ti fetch them here – no two ways about it!”
The fairies could hardly bring themselves to get up off the floor. But they were so hungry that they wanted a cake more than ever. So they folded their wings across their backs and walked all the way over to Lucy’ croft, and carried back the cat and the dog.
“Now. At last I’m ready to bake the cake,” said Lucy. “But where is the oven ?”
“Oven?” The fairies began to grizzle. “Do you need an oven ?”
Lucy laughed and her husband laughed , too. “Of course I need an oven!”
So the fairies crawled over to the croft and staggered back under the gigantic weight of the cast-iron kitchen range.
While they were gone, Lucy said to her husband,”Sing!” And she said to the cat,”Yowl!” and she said to the dog,”Bark!” and she said to the baby,”Cry!”
The door flew open, and in came the oven. The fairies set it down, then sprawled on their little fairy beds, exhausted.
But the man was singing.
And the cat was yowling.
And the dog was barking.
And the baby was crying.
“Sssh! Oh Shush! Stop!” shrieked the fairies, covering their ears. “Go away, please!” they cried, pulling their pillow over their heads.
“Very well,”said Lucy. “But only if you promise to fetch my oven home tomorrow morning at the latest.”
Then her husband picked up the baby in his crib, and Lucy picked up the cat, and the dog followed behind. They walked home to a meal of cold pork pie and toasted crumpets.
But Lucy, though she had narrowly escaped being turned into a tree, felt sorry for the fairies with no-one to back them cakes. So when they brought back her oven, the first thing she did was to bake a big, gooey, crumbly, creamy cake with icing on top, and she left it outside the door. And do you know what? The next morning it was gone.

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Peri kueAda setelah seorang wanita muda bernama lucy yang dipanggang kue terbaik di seluruh dunia. Suatu hari ia telah dicuri pergi oleh peri, yang dikurung di dapur di fairyland. "Membuat kita kue!" mereka semua menuntut. "Besar, lengket, gembur, krim kue dengan icing!"."Dan apa yang akan menjadi saya ketika saya telah melakukan baking?" tanya lucy."Oh, kami akan mengubah Anda menjadi pohon.""Saya tidak ingin berubah menjadi sebuah pohon," pikir lucy. Jadi dia dikatakan peri, "Bagaimana saya dapat membuat kue tanpa tepung? Anda akan lebih baik terbang ke dapur dan mengambil saya tepung tas."Jadi peri flitted atas untuk croft dimana lucy hidup, dan flitted kembali dengan tas tepung.Lucy menggelengkan kepalanya. "Bagaimana saya dapat membuat kue tanpa telur? Anda akan lebih baik terbang ke rumah ayam saya dan mengambil saya setengah lusin telur."Jadi peri terbang menuju rumah ayam, dan terbang kembali dengan setengah lusin telur. "Tapi bagaimana dapat membuat kue tanpa gula?" dikatakan lucy peri."Anda akan lebih baik bergegas ke lemari kantong gula, dan antara mereka dibawa kembali ke negeri dongeng." Aduh, tapi Anda lupa baking powder! "teriak Lucy. "Apakah Anda ingin kue sebagai datar sebagai piring makan?" Dan dia mengirim peri kembali untuk baking powder. Dia mengutus mereka untuk gula icing, ceri, krim dan mangkuk. Dan dengan setiap perjalanan peri tumbuh semakin lelah, sampai sayap mereka terkulai. "Ada saya siap!" kata Lucy, menempatkan semua bahan ke dalam mangkuk. "Tapi oh sayang, aku terlalu khawatir tentang bayi wee saya miskin untuk berpikir tentang membuat kue. Anda harus pergi dan menjemputnya bagi saya untuk mengawasi sementara aku memasak."Oh, semua benar," kata peri enggan. Mereka tidak mau pergi-mereka yang aus. Tapi bagaimana mereka bisa mendapatkan kue mereka?Mereka tidak cepat kembali, membawa bayi dalam buaian nya, daripada Lucy memandang menonton nya. "Oh kebaikan ramah! Saatnya untuk suami saya teh. Saya harus pulang ke rumah dan memasak kepadanya sesuatu.""Oh tidak, tidak!" kata peri. "Hendaklah membuat teh sendiri!" Tapi Lucy jatuh itu menjadi seperti cocok cekikikan yang dia bisa tidak kocok atau aduk. "Membuat teh sendiri? Mengapa, dia tidak bisa mentega sepotong roti! Oh, tidak, Anda harus mengambil dia sehingga aku bisa menjelaskan mengapa tehnya 's terlambat."Jadi peri flapped atas untuk croft – dan flapped kembali dia Lucy's suami. Kemudian mereka duduk kembali ke belakang di lantai untuk menangkap napas."Apakah Anda mengunci kucing dan anjing sebelum Anda pergi?" Lucy bertanya kepada suaminya tajam – meskipun dia mengedipkan mata mata ketika ia berbicara."Er... eh, tidak, aku-aku tidak punya waktu."Apa? Anjing dan kucing tidak terkunci? Mengapa, mereka akan menggaruk rumah potong! Anda peri akan memiliki ti menjemput mereka di sini-tidak ada dua cara tentang itu!"Peri tidak bisa membawa diri untuk bangun dari lantai. Tapi mereka begitu laparnya sehingga mereka kue lebih dari sebelumnya. Sehingga mereka melipat sayapnya di punggung mereka dan berjalan sepanjang jalan ke Lucy' croft, dan membawa kembali kucing dan anjing."Sekarang. Pada akhirnya saya siap untuk memanggang kue,"kata Lucy. "Tapi mana adalah oven?""Oven?" Peri mulai grizzle. "Apakah Anda perlu oven?"Lucy tertawa dan suaminya tertawa, terlalu. "Tentu saja saya perlu oven!"Jadi peri merangkak atas croft dan terhuyung-huyung kembali di bawah berat raksasa kisaran besi dapur.Sewaktu mereka pergi, Lucy berkata kepada suaminya, "Nyanyikan!" Dan dia berkata kepada kucing, "Yowl!" dan dia berkata kepada anjing, "Kulit!" dan dia berkata kepada bayi, "Cry!"Pintu terbang terbuka, dan dalam datang oven. Peri meletakkannya, kemudian tergeletak tidur peri kecil mereka, kelelahan.Tetapi orang bernyanyi.Dan kucing yowling.Dan anjing menggonggong.Dan bayi menangis."Sssh! Oh Shush! Stop!"menjerit peri, menutupi telinganya. "Pergi, silakan!" mereka berteriak, menarik bantal mereka atas kepala mereka.“Very well,”said Lucy. “But only if you promise to fetch my oven home tomorrow morning at the latest.”Then her husband picked up the baby in his crib, and Lucy picked up the cat, and the dog followed behind. They walked home to a meal of cold pork pie and toasted crumpets.But Lucy, though she had narrowly escaped being turned into a tree, felt sorry for the fairies with no-one to back them cakes. So when they brought back her oven, the first thing she did was to bake a big, gooey, crumbly, creamy cake with icing on top, and she left it outside the door. And do you know what? The next morning it was gone.