While searching on Google ,I came across an imaginative story that  about a little red bean bun that got burnt in the oven, only to be  shunned by the baker and all other buns in the bakery as a result. This  little bun, named Kogepan, was so depressed he spent most of his time  “smoking and drinking milk as beer” .As with most Japanese stories,  Kogepan eventually learns the error of his ways and strives to be a  better bun, inspiring us all to do the best we can in our own life. I  have no idea why someone would take the time to write a story like this,  but I’m so happy they did.
:),
D
My Story
                             |            I am Kogepan. I was from a  bakery shop in Hokkaido.           My bakery shop is very famous in Japan because the red bead  buns that it churns out           are so delicious that only 20 of such type are made each day. I  was supposed to be a           delicious red bean bun too, but an           unfortunate accident had  happened... |          
       
                                | On the day I was supposed to be  brought into           the oven, I was thrilled because the moment has finally  arrived for me           to become what most breads have always wanted to be - a high  quality red           bean bread.            As I continue to ponder on that, I began to giggle in  excitement.  |              |          
       
                                  |            When the baker began to take           me and my friends out from the oven, I was ecstatic because  everything           had went smoothly. However, my happiness is somehow  short-lived when the baker accidentally           tilted the pan and... |          
       
                                | And I fell back into the oven  and           disappeared into a cloud of smoke. I looked around for my  friends but           they were not there. I was very afraid.            I was getting cooked again and there was a burnt smell  seeping out           from me. I thought to myself "Somebody please come and save           me!"  |              |          
       
                                  |            Nobody noticed that I was  missing and I           waited in the oven for another 30 minutes. My skin was no  longer a golden           color and had turned dark brown. I smelt awful.            Finally, the baker saw me and took me out from the oven,  but he did           not place me back on the shelves where the other red bean buns  were.  |          
       
                                | I am a burnt bread and  certainly, nobody           wants to buy me. I felt lonely and upset. I thought to myself  that my           life as a bread was very meaningless. I was so disillusion  that my eyes           turned white.  |              |          
       
                                  |            The other red bean buns always  mock at me,           calling me awful names. The baker did not even pay attention  to me at           all. I think the whole world hates me.  |          
       
                                | I decided to run away from home.  Nobody will           care anyway. I shall run to a place where nobody exists and  nobody will           make fun of me. |              |          
       
                                  |            I spent most of my time smoking  and drinking           milk as beer. I became very depressed and pessimistic. |          
       
                                | After a few days, I finally came  to my           senses, and decided not to live my life like this anymore. The  bakery is           still my home after all. |              |          
       
                                  |            Back at the bakery I decided to  read a book           titled "How to become a delicious bread" to improve myself. I           believed that if I continue to work hard, I will eventually  attain my           dream of becoming a delicious red bean bun. |          
       
                                | But every time I see the other  red bean buns           I lose hope and become jealous again. I always lecture them  about           the life of being a bread and because of that, all of them  were afraid           of me. |              |          
       
        Other Characters
                              |            Kuriimupan (creamy bread) is  also a burnt           bread like me. We are very good friends and we always drink  beer (milk)           together and often run away from home. |          
                      |            They are called Kireipan, as  known as the           pretty breads. They are delicious and unlike me, they are not  burnt. I           am always jealous of them. |          
                      |            My friend Sumipan is even more  burnt than           me. He is called the charcoal bread and he is also my very  good friend. |          
                      |            Ichigopan is the latest addition  to the           family. He is the strawberry cream bread and unlike the other  bread, he           is pink in color.
 
 
  | 
 
No comments:
Post a Comment