Benny is Bored

Hello, everyone.

    The story that I am going to tell you today is my own creation. It is the story of a little boy who was very bored. What happens to clear his boredom? Read on and find out.

Benny is Bored

    Benny was a five year old little boy. He was bored right now because he did not have anything to do. It was a Saturday and so it was a holiday. He could not even go out to play in the garden because it was raining so hard outside. He sat there on the windowsill and wished he had something to do. He got down from the windowsill and went in the kitchen to see if his mother could give him something to do. There was a very nice aroma of baking cake coming from there.

    When Benny entered the kitchen his mother laughed at his long face.

    “Why don’t you read a book or do something?” she asked.

    “I have read all the books and I don’t know what to do,” he replied, dolefully.

   His mother had already put a cake to bake in the oven and was kneading cookie dough.

    Benny came and sat down on a chair of the dining room near his mother. He put his chin in his little hands as he did when he had nothing to do.

    “Would you like to help me cut the cookies in different shapes?” she asked him and added, “You can choose any shapes you would like to cut.”

    Benny got excited. There were so many shapes to choose from. There was a star, a bunny, a Christmas tree, teddy bear, flower and there was also a plain round and many other shapes.

    His mother rolled out the dough and then she told him to wash his hands. Then she showed him how to cut out with the cookie shapes. Benny did what his mother told him to do. Once they were cut she laid them on the greased cookie tray to bake.

    The cake was baked now and she put the cookie tray in the oven. Benny was observing his mother doing that intently.

    Benny’s mother rolled out the rest of the dough and told him to cut the shapes he wanted. Benny did so. When the cookies in the oven were ready she took them out. She was about to arrange the other batch on the tray when the doorbell rang and she had to go and answer it.

    “Don’t touch anything, Benny,” she said before she went to see who was at the door.

    Whilst she was gone Benny decided to arrange the cookies on the tray himself as he had seen his mother do. He arranged all the cookies on the tray. Then, he decided to put it in the oven just like his mother had done. After all what could happen, he had seen his mother do it. It seemed easy enough. He put out his hand to take the tray and screamed! He had touched a hot tray. It was still hot although it had cooled a little his tender hands could not bear the heat.

    His mother came running to see what had happened. She was horrified to see Benny standing there crying. His fingers were red from getting burnt. But it was a good thing that the tray had cooled down a bit so he was not burnt badly. His mother immediately put some cream on his fingers. She kissed him on the head and took him on his lap to calm him down.

    “You see Benny,” she told him, “when I tell you not to touch anything there is a reason for me to tell you that. You will listen to me from now onwards won’t you?”

    Benny nodded his head.

    “I just wanted to help you,” he said in a small voice.

    She smiled at him. Then she set him down and went to put the last batch of cookies in the oven.

    From that day onwards Benny always listened to his mother.