Cakes.
We all like a nice cake, now and again, don't we?
Don't we?
Of course we do. But like anything, only in moderation. Too much cake, and you would become a hideous, fat freak.
Take young Timothy Rinds. An ordinary boy, perhaps. He had his own hair, two legs, a nose. But he was also the kind of boy who just didn't know when to stop, dear reader.
Timothy Rinds loved cake. Barely a moment passed when he wasn't gorging on some Battenburg, or forcing a tart into his gaping gob.
He just loved to eat cake. But little did Timothy Rinds know where his cake-lust was leading him.
"Oh, Timothy," his mother despaired, as young Timothy Rinds shovelled some chocolate cake into his mouth. "You know, sometimes I think you eat so much cake, that one of these days you'll turn into one."
Timothy laughed, and continued eating.
Of course, he did go on to turn into a cake, with frosting and everything. You probably saw that coming, didn't you?
But it's still horrible. I mean, he turned into a freakin' cake! Imagine that! He was all cake-y!
TERRIFYING.
Sleep well, readers...if you CAN.
Hahahahahahahaha!
- The Book-Keeper.
