One day two boys were at home bored. Since their mom’s birthday was just days away, they decided to make her a cake in the shape of a little boy, representing themselves. Together they mixed the batter, shaped it, and put it in the oven to bake. An hour later, when the timer went off, the eldest brother opened the oven to check their master piece, when all of a sudden it stood up and jumped out!
He ran across the counter chanting, “Run, run as fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the birthday cake man!” just before he jumped out the kitchen window.
At first the boys could only gape in awe after their living cake before yanking their key off the wall and beginning the longest game of chase they would ever play. As they charged after him, the cake can came across a fawn in the meadow, who said, “Mmm, you smell delicious! I haven’t eaten in so long, maybe…” and then he, too, lunged after the small spongy man.
“No!” cried the birthday cake man, “I ran away from two boys, I can run away from you, too! Run, run as fast as you can! You can’t catch me, I’m the birthday cake man!” And with that he took off even faster through the meadow until he reached a small brown bear cub.
“Hello, cake man! Is it you that smells so mouthwateringly scrumdidiliumpcious?” asked the bear, inhaling deeply toward the cake man.
“Alas, young cub, it is I you smell. But I escaped two boys and a fawn. I can escape you, too! Run, run as fast as you can! You can’t catch me I’m the birthday cake man!” screeched he, turning away from the small brown bear’s bloodlust. He scrambled quickly through the meadow, bounding over rocks until he met an eagle.
“I ran away from two young boys, a fawn, and a brown bear cub. Surely I can run away from you, too,” the birthday cake man said to the eagle.
“Oh, sir, I don’t want to eat you, but perhaps I may help you. I believe I hear the others running this way, and that rock is much too high for someone like you to climb,” said the eagle gesturing to a mountain to his right.
Seeing no other choice but to trust the wise eagle, the cake man agreed.
“Very well, how shall you help me?”
“I will carry you in my talons,” replied the eagle, sweetly.
“But I am a cake! I would be broken if you held me like that,” the birthday cake man cried in fear, as he heard the two boys, then fawn, and the cub quickly closing the distance between them.
“Of course!” cried the eagle, “how silly of me! Here, climb onto my back,” and he ducked his head for the birthday cake man to get on.
The two boys, the fawn, and the brown bear cub appeared at the base of the mountain at that moment. Just when they thought the small boy-shaped cake was going to climb on the eagle’s back, the eagle bit the cake man’s head off. They ran toward the eagle, begging for a share of the delicious smelling cake man, but as they got closer, the eagle finished off the birthday cake man, leaving not even an arm for the cub, nor the fawn, nor the two boys, nor even their mother, whose birthday was just days away.
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