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A Sprinkle of Kindness
Pierre presses his nose to a Paris bakery window every day, dreaming — until one small act of kindness changes his life. A bedtime story for kids about dreaming big, hoping and kindness.
Author: Sharan Sagoo
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At the top of a narrow, winding cobblestone lane in Paris sat a small bakery called Madeline Du Pain, run by a baker named Madeline!
Madeline Du Pain was a real treasure, offering the locals the most delicious treats.
The eye-catching sign above the bakery door read: Madeline Du Pain, Beautiful Treats Served Daily!—and these beautiful treats attracted people from all over Paris.
To stay true to serving delicious treats each day, Madeline worked from morning until night alongside her roaring pastry ovens, baking scrumptious cakes, pastries, tarts, puddings, and flans.
The magical selection of baked goods gleamed and sparkled through the shop windows, making it impossible for passersby not to peek inside—or, even better, buy a sweet treat!
Inside, the bakery oozed with the scent of cinnamon, melted butter, and caramelized sugar.
Every time the bakery door opened, the sweet aromas drifted down the cobblestone lane, filling Paris with the most incredible pastry perfume!
A little boy named Pierre walked past Madeline Du Pain every day on his way to and from school.
With his doughnut-round cheeks and wide, brioche-like eyes, Pierre would gaze into the bakery window, wishing he could taste one of the scrumptious treats inside.
Mesmerized by the displays of sweetness and the workings of the bakery, Pierre dreamed of becoming a baker when he grew up.
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Madeline, the bakery owner, often saw Pierre peeking inside, and she would wave at him with her flour-covered hands.
Pierre always shyly waved back before he and his growling tummy hurried away!
One sunny afternoon after school, Pierre found himself gazing into the bakery windows again. The warm sunlight made the cake displays look even more tempting—baskets were piled high with flaky croissants, shiny berry tarts, creamy caramels, and eclairs.
Pierre’s tummy started to grumble.