Fun bedtime story: The Robber Who Loved to Cook
Knock, knock, knock! Knock, knock, knock!
“I’m coming, I’m coming! Who’s knocking on the door like they’re playing drums?” The dwarf dad rushed to the door, not bothering to wipe the flour off his hands.
Huh? Standing at the door was a tall figure wearing a black mask, showing only his eyes and mouth.
“I’m a robber! Obey me, or I’ll eat you!” the tall figure said gruffly.
“A, a, a robber?” The dwarf dad, encountering a robber for the first time, stammered in fear.
The robber swaggered into the house, looked around, and pointed at a ball in the corner, saying, “I want this!” Then he pointed to a rattle on the sofa and said, “I want that too! Pack them up for me!”
A toy-stealing robber? The dwarf dad was both scared and puzzled, and quickly packed the toys into a bag.
The robber, satisfied, took the bag and said, “I’m leaving!”
He swaggered to the door, but suddenly turned back and asked, “Hmm? What’s that smell?”
“It’s the smell of pancakes. I was just making some… If you’re hungry, would you like to join me?” The dwarf dad asked cautiously.
The robber walked into the kitchen, took a big bite of a pancake, and said, “Your pancake is thick and hard, not good!”
“I, it’s my first time making pancakes,” the dwarf dad said, his voice trembling. He was really afraid the robber might eat him.
The robber touched the dough in the basin and said, “Oh, your dough is too hard! I’ll redo it!” He turned on the faucet, added some water to the dough, and started kneading it vigorously on the counter…
“So hot!” The robber said, pulling the mask off his head and throwing it aside, wiping the sweat off his forehead before continuing to knead the dough.
“Ah, turns out he’s a rabbit. I remember rabbits eat vegetables, not people…” The dwarf dad sighed in relief.
“Look, now the dough is softer. Learn from this!” The robber rabbit flattened the dough into a circle, sprinkled some green onions, salt, and spread a layer of peanut oil, then turned on the stove and put the pancake in the pan.
“Mr. Rabbit, your cooking skills are impressive,” the dwarf dad said.
“Yes! I love to cook!” said the rabbit. “Hey? How did you know I’m a rabbit? Wait, where’s my mask?” The rabbit touched his long ears and realized the mask was gone.
“You took it off when you said it was too hot while kneading the dough,” the dwarf dad said.
The rabbit said “Oh,” looking a bit embarrassed.
The dwarf dad couldn’t help but ask, “Why are you robbing toys?”
The rabbit said awkwardly, “Because I wanted to fulfill my daughter’s wish—she saw the dwarf children have toys and was envious, she wanted toys too…”
The dwarf dad frowned at the rabbit: “I understand you love your child, but being a robber is…”
“Dad, I’m back!” At this moment, the dwarf girl walked into the house and said, “Ah, a guest! Hello, sir!”
“The pancakes are ready! Everyone, come and try them!” The dwarf dad quickly brought out the hot pancakes and said to his daughter, “These are made by your Uncle Rabbit.”
“They smell so good!” The dwarf girl said, eating eagerly, “I’ve never had such crispy pancakes before! Uncle Rabbit, you’ve worked hard!”
“It’s nothing, I just love to cook! Eat more, eat more!” The rabbit said.
“Hey? Why are my toys in a bag? Are they for giving away?” The dwarf girl asked casually.
“Uh…” The dwarf dad didn’t know how to respond.
“Well, it’s getting late, I should go home to cook…” The rabbit scratched his ears, smiling awkwardly as he walked out the door.
The dwarf dad whispered a few words in his daughter’s ear. The dwarf girl then took the bag and chased after the rabbit, saying, “Uncle, I’m giving these toys to your daughter! I’ve grown up and don’t play with toys anymore.”
The dwarf dad also chased after them, stuffing a lunchbox with pancakes into the rabbit’s hands, saying, “We can’t finish these pancakes, take half with you!”
“No, no, I can’t…” The rabbit shook his head repeatedly, blushing and lowering his head, saying, “I’m a robber, a bad guy, you shouldn’t be so nice to me…”
The dwarf dad tiptoed and patted the rabbit’s shoulder, saying, “Just take them! You’re a rabbit who loves to cook, not a robber!”
The rabbit took the bag of toys and the lunchbox, choking up as he said, “Thank you, goodbye!” He turned around, tears welling up in his eyes…
The setting sun cast a golden glow, and in the breeze, the red roses in the field outside the house swayed gently, exuding a faint fragrance…
Early the next morning, the dwarf dad and daughter went to the woods to pick mushrooms. When they returned home at noon, they found a package at their doorstep. Opening it, they found the dwarf dad’s lunchbox filled with six big stuffed buns, packed so tightly that the aroma was overwhelming…
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
