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The Cafe Tree House JOY YAN FUNG

The Cafe Tree House
Imagine. Create. Share.
Since 2008, the Kids4Kids My Story Creation annual story writing and illustration competition has provided primary students across Hong Kong with a creative platform that enables the budding writers and artists to imagine, create and share their stories.
This story was written and illustrated by kid(s) who participated in the Kids4Kids annual 'My Story Creation competition'. We hope to celebrate all the kids who used their creativity and imagination to create a story by giving them an opportunity to custom print their story, and be able to share and inspire other kids to create their own story.
Proceeds from the sale of this custom print story will help fund the Literacy Development Programmes at Kids4Kids to provide creative learning opportunities to low resourced communities in Hong Kong. By buying a Kids4Kids custom print story, you are not only applauding the future artists & authors of Hong Kong but you are also making a difference in a child’s life!
想像•創作•分享
自二零零八年起,童協基金會每年均舉辦「我的故事創作」比賽,藉此為全港小學生提供發揮創意的平台,並讓這些正在萌芽的小畫家和小作家分享他們創作的故事。
這本故事集是「我的故事創作」比賽的參賽作品,我們希望透過印製故事集來嘉許及分享創作者的努力成果,並藉此鼓勵更多兒童進行故事創作。
這本故事集的銷售收益將用於資助童協基金會的讀寫發展項目,為在資源匱乏環境下學習的學童提供支援。你的慷慨支持不僅鼓勵香港未來的畫家和作家,也為有需要的學童帶來希望!

It was the birthday of the youngest minion, Tim. The minions decided to have a surprise party at a restaurant they had never been to and bought a huge, delicious chocolate cake.

They let Tim go there by himself. When he arrived, the place was empty.

As he was totally confused, an uproar rose from a dark corner -
“NDIKUNQWENELELA LOKUZALWA”, which meant “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” in minion language.

Tim's eyes bulged and a smile of amazement spread from ear to ear.

The waiter approached to take the order, but the minions could not make him understand what they wanted. They were stuck!

A man sitting in the corner rose and walked over. He translated what the minions wanted to order.

The minions were so thankful and invited him to join the party. Bob, as he introduced himself, gladly accepted.

“How did you learn our language?” the minions asked.

“In the five years I lived in Minionland.” Bob replied.

After dinner, the minions requested to visit Bob. He hesitated but finally agreed. They took a short walk and reached a park.

“Is this your home?” the minions asked.

Bob blushed as the told his story.

He was the head chef of a famous hotel.

Among his many skills was the art of brewing coffee and baking amazing cakes. He was the master of his trade. He was the best.

Unfortunately, he had a gambling problem. He was late for work. He could no longer maintain the fine taste of his coffee and cakes.

He lost all his money and finally his job. He begged for his job back but someone had replaced him.

He was homeless and spent most nights in the restaurant, as it was open 24 hours. He was really down-and-out.

The minions were deeply touched. They offered to build a home for Bob.

They bought materials from stores and built a house in the huge tree by the lake with three bedrooms, a library of cookbooks and a large kitchen.

They took particular care to include coffee brewers and an oven.

When the minions were on holiday, they visited Bob and sometimes stayed for a few nights.

As they were sipping coffee on the balcony, Tim had an idea.

“Bob,” he said, “you now have a place to live. But you still need to pay for electricity and water.

How about doing some business to keep you going?”

“What business?” Bob asked.

“What you do best.” Tim replied, “Your coffee and cakes have no match in town. Why don't you run a cafe?”

The minions brought chairs and tables and Bob started the business under the tree.

No one could resist coming again and again, so the business flourish. Bob regained the respect of others.

The minions did more than meeting Bob's needs; they had re-inspired a person and gave him reasons to have a happier life.

Written & illustrated by 文•圖

JOY YAN FUNG