Custard

Once there was a young wombat named Benson, who lived in a comfy wombat hole with his mother and his two aunts, Lillibet and Moss.

Benson was thinking about custard. He decided it would be a good idea to make some. He got out a saucepan and a cup and a spoon, and some milk and sugar and the custard powder.

Just then Aunt Lillibet came along.

“What are you doing, Benson?” she said.

“I’m making custard,” he said.

“Oh, I love custard. Why don’t I give you a hand?” She poured the milk into the saucepan and started heating it up on the stove. She poured some sugar into the milk and stirred it carefully.

Aunt Moss came in. “What are you doing?”she said.

“Benson’s making custard,” Aunt Lillibet said, “and I thought I’d give him a hand.”

“Oh, I love custard. Can I help?” she said. She looked into the saucepan. “Do you think that will be enough?”

“Maybe not,” said Lillibet. They poured in some more milk and sugar. Lillibet kept stirring while Aunt Moss added the custard powder.

Benson’s mother came into the kitchen. “What’s everyone doing?” she said.

“Benson’s making custard,” said Aunt Moss, “and we’re helping.”

“Yum, custard,” said Benson’s mother. She looked into the saucepan. “Do you think that will be enough?”

“I don’t think so,” Lillibet said. Benson’s mother poured in some more milk and some more sugar and some more custard powder. Lillibet kept stirring.

“It’s getting thicker,”Aunt Moss said.

“I think it’s just about done,” Benson’s mother said.

“Perfect,”said Lillibet. Aunt Moss got out four bowls and four spoons and put them on the table. Lillibet turned off the stove and carried the saucepan carefully over to the table.

Everyone sat down at the table. Benson’s mother scooped a big dollop of custard into each of the bowls. Everyone picked up their spoon and started to eat.

“Mmmm, delicious,” Aunt Moss said. “Thankyou, Benson.”

“Yes, I think it’s the best custard you’ve ever made,” said Aunt Lillibet.

Benson said, “Thankyou,” and kept eating. It definitely was excellent custard.

“Is there any more?” said Aunt Moss.

“Plenty,” said Benson’s mother.