Not My Pies! UFLI Foundations Lesson 101

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Not My Pies!

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Tom stands on the left side of the image in front of a wooden bakery building, with a cheerful smile on his blocky Minecraft-style face. He has orange hair, an orange beard, large blue eyes, and wears a dark brown vest over a white short-sleeved shirt, dark blue-grey pants, and dark grey shoes. He is positioned outside the bakery's open doorway on a grassy area, with a counter behind him displaying baked goods including golden-brown pumpkin pies and loaves of steaming bread. The scene is set outdoors during daytime with warm lighting, in a cosy village setting with other wooden buildings visible nearby. The right ~40% of the image is a plain parchment-style text area.

Tom the Baker made the best pumpkin pies in the land. At least, that is what Tom said. Every single day. He baked them fresh each morning in his little bakery in Canville, golden and steaming, with fresh bread so hot it made mist on the windows. People came from streets away just to sniff the sweet smell from his bakery. Tom stood proudly in the doorway, smiling like a man who had everything he ever wanted. Because he did.

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On the right side of the image, Tom, Jill, and The Mage stand together on a grassy area in a village neighbourhood, looking with shocked and concerned expressions toward a broken iron golem lying in pieces on the ground in front of them. The three characters are viewed from a three-quarter angle, grouped closely as they discover the destroyed golem. Tom stands at the left of the group with a distressed expression, wearing his dark brown vest over a white short-sleeved shirt, his orange hair and orange beard visible. Jill stands in the centre with her hand near her mouth in dismay, her shoulder-length auburn hair and bright orange sleeveless top recognisable. The Mage stands at the right in a dark charcoal-black hooded robe with gold trim and gold diamond emblem, holding a tall wooden staff with a glowing blue crystal, staring at the wreckage. Scattered iron golem parts — a cracked iron head, detached arms, and iron blocks — litter the grass in front of them. It is morning with bright daylight, and houses with green landscaping are visible in the background. The left ~40% of the image is a plain parchment-style text area.

Canville had a good plan. Jill mined the blocks. The Mage used pumpkins and big blocks to make golems. These tall golems stomped around the town all night, keeping the people safe from creepers. The plan worked perfectly. Until one morning, Tom, Jill, and the Mage walked outside and found every single golem smashed to bits on the ground. 'No!' Jill whispered. 'No!' said the Mage. 'No no no no no,' said Tom, because Tom was already thinking about his bakery.

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On the left side of the image, a Minecraft-style village is shown at nighttime under a dark, star-filled sky. Tom stands in the centre-left foreground at the edge of the village, gazing outward toward the dark wilderness with a deeply worried expression, his orange hair and orange beard visible, wearing his dark brown vest over a white short-sleeved shirt. Dr. Can Do stands beside him, his white lab coat, white moustache, and red necktie visible, arms folded with a serious expression. Behind them, several wooden buildings with glowing torches line the village, their warm orange light contrasting against the dark surroundings. A group of iron golems — large, blocky white-and-brown figures — patrol among the village structures, standing guard. The dark wilderness stretches into distant hills beyond the torchlit perimeter, emphasising the unlit areas where creepers could spawn. The right ~40% is a plain parchment-coloured area reserved for text.

The Mage quickly made new golems. But Tom could not stop pacing. 'We have torches all around the town,' he said to Dr. Can Do that night, peering out into the dark. 'So how does a creeper get in?' Dr. Can Do folded his arms firmly. 'They spawn in the dark land, where no torch can reach. Do not fret, Tom. The golems will handle it.' Tom did not look like a man at rest.

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On the right side of the image, Tom is lying in bed with his eyes open and a deeply worried expression, staring up at the ceiling in a Minecraft-style blocky bedroom. His orange hair, orange beard, and large blue eyes are visible against the pillow. The room is dimly lit at nighttime, with a dark window above the bed showing the night sky, and stone brick walls surrounding the small indoor space. A flower pot with a red flower sits on the windowsill to the right, and wooden chests flank the bed. The left ~40% of the image is a plain beige text area with no characters or detail.

That night, Tom lay in bed, gazing blankly up into the dark. He tossed. He turned. He could not sleep at all. A creeper was sneaky. It did not growl. It did not groan. It did not even stomp around loudly like a zombie. It just crept. And crept. And then... BOOM. Tom pulled the blanket tightly up to his chin. 'Not my pies,' he whispered. 'Please, not my bakery.'

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On the left side of the image, a wooden building (Tom's bakery) is engulfed in bright orange and yellow flames against a dark nighttime sky, with sparks and embers floating upward. Tom stands in the foreground to the right of the burning bakery on the green grass, facing toward the viewer at a three-quarter angle. He has a furious, anguished expression, his mouth open mid-shout, one fist raised. His orange hair, orange beard, and dark brown vest over a white short-sleeved shirt are lit by the firelight. Dr. Can Do stands slightly behind Tom, his white lab coat and white moustache visible in the glow of the fire, looking at the blaze with a grim expression. A cake block and a crafting table are visible among the flames at the base of the collapsing structure. The fire casts a warm glow across the surroundings. The right ~40% of the image is a plain parchment-coloured text area.

Kaboom! The blast rattled every window in Canville. Tom flew out of bed, sprinted down the path, and came to a stop. His bakery. His lovely, pumpkin-pie-smelling bakery was a wall of flames, brightly lighting up the night sky. Jill and the others came swiftly, but Tom was already shouting. 'That is it!' he yelled, his face bright red. 'If this town can not stop a few pests, I will pack my pies and find a safer place to live!'

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On the right side of the image, Tom, Jill, and Dr. Can Do stand together on grass near the smouldering remains of the bakery — charred wooden doors and scattered ash and debris. Jill stands closest to Tom on the right, her right hand resting on Tom's shoulder in a comforting gesture, her shoulder-length auburn hair and bright orange sleeveless top visible. Tom stands in the centre, looking downcast but somewhat reassured, his orange hair, orange beard, and dark brown vest over a white short-sleeved shirt recognisable. Dr. Can Do stands on the left of the group, facing the pile of ash with a sad, contemplative expression, his white lab coat, white moustache, and red necktie visible. The scene is outdoors in a village setting under a pale, hazy morning sky, with low walls and flower gardens visible in the background.

Jill put her hand kindly on Tom's shoulder. 'Don't leave, Tom. We need the pies. Well... we need more than the pies.' Tom gazed grimly at the pile of ash that was once his stove. Dr. Can Do gave a nod. 'What if we made a wall? A proper stone wall, right around all of the town. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out. But people can pass. We would have a gate.' 'A big wall?' said Tom slowly. 'Very big and very tall,' said Dr. Can Do. Tom sniffed. '...Fine. But I will need help to make my bakery again.'

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On the left side of the image, Dr. Can Do and The Mage stand together on green grass in front of a large stone brick wall that is under construction. Dr. Can Do is positioned at the far left, standing upright with a proud smile, wearing his white lab coat over a white dress shirt with a red necktie, his white bushy eyebrows and thick white moustache visible. The Mage stands just to his right, also facing forward with a calm, confident expression, wearing a dark charcoal-black hooded robe with gold trim and a gold diamond-shaped emblem on the chest, holding a tall wooden staff with a glowing light-blue crystal in one hand. Both characters survey the rising stone fence with pride. The partially completed wall stretches behind them with stacked stone bricks, and the village is visible beyond. The right ~40% of the image is a plain parchment-coloured text panel with a decorative border, left clear for text overlay.

They started the very next day. All the people took stone to the wall. Dr. Can Do drew up the plans neatly. The Mage lifted the big blocks into place with a wave of his staff. The wall rose higher and higher, going all around Canville with thick, sturdy stone. Dr. Can Do and the Mage stood back and smiled at the wall. 'No creeper will get past that,' the Mage said boldly, and banged his staff on the ground with a firm thud.

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On the right side of the image, Tom and Jill stand together in front of the new bakery, both smiling happily. Tom stands on the right, grinning proudly with a laugh on his face, his orange hair, orange beard, and dark brown vest over a white short-sleeved shirt visible. Jill stands to his left, beaming with satisfaction, her shoulder-length auburn hair and bright orange sleeveless top recognisable. She gestures toward the colourful flowers she has arranged around the entrance. The bakery exterior features large windows with red awnings and a dark overhang above. Wooden planter boxes sit beside the entrance overflowing with colourful yellow, white, and red flowers. The scene is set outdoors during daytime in the completed walled village. The left ~40% of the image is a plain background reserved for text.

Tom had a new bakery, bigger and better than the old one, with more room to bake fresh pies. Jill planted bright flowers all around the bakery. She said a bakery should smell like two perfect things at once. 'People will travel from every town in the land to find this place,' Jill said gladly. Tom pulled a fresh golden pumpkin pie from the hot stove and smiled. 'And when the people come, not a single creeper in sight.' He paused. 'But if one does show up, I will blame Dr. Can Do!'

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