RoboHen Makes Waffles

One day RoboHen declared, "I am a chef. Today I will make waffles."

"Don't worry," he said as he caught a glimpse of his mom's expression. "They will be perfect."

He tossed a quarter cup of oil into the waffle maker and turned it on as MamaHen looked nervous. She quietly placed a heap of squash nearby in hopes that RoboHen would make squash waffles, but he ignored that. His mom decided to watch quietly from the sidelines. She did want to supervise, but she didn't want to look like a prison warden.

Soon the warmth from the waffle iron was heating up the room, and it was time to pour in the batter. Into the bowl went flour, sugar, milk, eggs, a pinch of salt, and a squat little apple cut into chunks.

"I almost forgot!" exclaimed RoboHen. "I must reach into my wardrobe for the proper attire."

"What in the world?" muttered his mom. "Why do you need special clothes to make waffles?"

RoboHen returned from his room looking like quite the Waffle House worker. Then he reached backward to tie up his spiffy apron, adorned with waffle embroidery.

"The waffle warrior is ready to cook!" he exclaimed as he poured the batter into the waffle maker.

Suddenly a swarm of fruit flies rose up around the kitchen. They headed straight for the chunks of apple in the batter.

Just as suddenly, RoboHen's friend Snow, the dwarf donkey, leaped into the kitchen and slurped up all of the fruit flies. "Mmmm," he said happily, "a tasty snack."

"Phew!" said RoboHen. "Well, that was worthwhile. I worship your furry donkey face."

And they all waffled happily ever after.