

Anna and Ben were hungry. They saw a big pastry in the kitchen. It was round and brown and had sugar on top. It smelled good.
"Can we have some pastry, Mom?" Anna asked.
"Not now, sweetie. That's for later. We have to eat lunch first," Mom said.
But Anna and Ben did not want to wait. They wanted the pastry now. They looked at each other and nodded. They ran to the kitchen when Mom was not looking. They grabbed the pastry and ran to their room.
"Yay, we have the pastry!" Ben said.
He took a big bite. It was sweet and soft and yummy. He gave some to Anna. She took a small bite. She felt bad.
"Ben, we should not do this. Mom said no. We have to resist," Anna said.
She put the pastry down. She did not want to eat more.
"Resist? What's that?" Ben asked.
He did not understand. He liked the pastry. He wanted to eat more.
"It means stop. It means do what Mom says. It means be good," Anna said.
She looked at Ben. She hoped he would listen.
But Ben did not listen. He took another big bite. He smiled.
"Too late. I can't resist. The pastry is too good," Ben said.
He ate and ate until the pastry was gone. He felt happy.
But then Mom came in. She saw the empty plate. She saw the crumbs on the bed. She saw Ben's mouth full of sugar. She saw Anna's sad face.
She was angry.
"Ben, Anna, what did you do? You ate the pastry! That was for later! That was for Grandma's birthday! How could you?" Mom said.
She scolded them. She made them say sorry. She made them clean the mess. She made them skip dessert.
Ben and Anna felt bad. They wished they had resisted. They wished they had listened to Mom. They wished they had not eaten the pastry. They learned their lesson.
