In a dim, dusty corner, a baker named Aster baked a cake. He felt rather glum, for he was a very sad baker. His cake batter was bitter, his sugar was fast, but his smile was never vast.
His helper, Roger, was no cheerer either. He stirred the batter faster but his heart was not vast. Roger's sister, Amber, was the taster. Her verdict? "The cake tastes like plaster."
"What a disaster!" cried Aster. "Our cake is no master!"
So, they baked another, but their hopes didn't bolster. The cake was a blaster, it blew up like a caster.
Aster, Roger, and Amber were downcast. Their cake dreams were shattered, their spirits no longer vast. For the baker, his helper, and the taster, the joy of cake was now in the past.
Answer these questions:
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1. What was the baker's name?
2. Who was the baker's helper?
3. Who tasted the cake?
4. How did the cake taste?
5. What happened to the second cake they baked?
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On one side, write the words ending with ast and the other side, write the words ending with er
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