He came in late. He had no idea where he could get a hold of buns, and it seemed like there were not any other places that sell them. Nowadays, there were still plenty of shops that sell buns, but in this case, it was already way too late at night. If he walked to the shop that was further away, by the time he reached home, the buns would have turned cold and soggy, and they would have to deal it with.
Just when he was about to leave, he caught sight of two sacks lying right beside the flower bed, which were filled with buns. Someone must have forgotten about them.
He waited for a long time, expecting someone to come back for them. But no, the buns were still sitting there, and nobody came to claim them.
He walked over and noticed that there was a note on top of the sacks. He picked it up to read what was written on it.
Thank you for your umbrella, here's some buns as a token of appreciation.
