You have seen pictures of my little sister and how adorable she is… but what I have failed to mention is just how creative she is. She thinks on a totally higher level than most people her age when it comes to life and it really shows when she is being artistic.
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C. Cake
On May 5, 2008 C. Cake died. She was almost 2 days old, which was very old for her kind. She had lived with her mother who was name Marble Cake, her father who was named Vanilla Cake, and her sister Cupcake in the bakery at Hannaford. Then she moved into my grandmother’s refrigerator, where she met her friends whipped cream, soda can, eggs, and ham and cheese sandwich. Her full name was Chocolate cake. Her friends called her C.C.
C.C. met her worst enemies, fork, knife, and plate on the table. C.C. died when knife divided her into pieces and fork and plate teamed up to get rid of her. C.C. was eaten by nine people and, I must admit, she was tasty. There was no surviving part of her.
C.C. was very successful. She was put on the top shelf of the display case, which was a big honor. She also won the most frosting award, the half-price award and finally, the $15.00 award.
C.C. will have her burial in two days or less. She will be buried in a sucking, watery, whirling white bowl. It will be a private funeral, so there will be no last words. She will have no headstone.
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