The Café  'Sally Buns'

“Come on Cinnamon, time to open the Tea Shop”. Said Sally, the owner.

 Flour puffed from Cinnamon’s mohair fur in a pollen plume as the little bear was whisked from the Bakery and down the street to the little Tea Shop at the end of the terrace.

 

Inside the Tea Shop waitresses busily laid out the tables with white linen tablecloths, gleaming cutlery and condiments. The room danced with activity to the tune of china and steel as it tinkled and tapped on the elegantly dressed tables.

Sally Buns turned over the ‘Closed’ sign on the Tea Shop door to a small group of eager customers who were waiting patiently outside in the sunshine.