She made chocolate chip and peanut butter and oatmeal cookies. Then she made parmesan pasta and spinach salad and scones. She was just about to decorate a carrot cake for an order when she realized something was wrong. "That timer should have rung by now," she thought. She ran to the oven, where smoke was gently rising from the door.

"Oh, no! They're BURNT! The battery in the timer had worn down, and the timer did not work.

Into the pig buckets went the NOT so luscious lemon breads.

Ava felt crushed, and defeated and angry.

"If anything goes wrong with these next time, I'll turn in my apron and NEVER make them again!"