There was a bit of chocolate cake left on the plate. The cake got eaten by someone into the shape of a head. The crumbs turned into eyes and a mouth. The cake stared at me, he walked over to me. It talked to me it said you can walk with me if you want. I said yes and I was very happy. We were best friends. We went to the kitchen. The cake said can we have coloured lollipops? The boy said no we don’t have any left. We have to wait until Mum gets back. We were happy.

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