my brother, the moralist...

Pay attention, kids. This could save your life someday.
I think maybe this boy should be a teacher. I know you want him to teach your children someday.
Names have not been changed to protect...anyone.

Jonathan M, 26.9.05

Once upon a time a long time ago (well, I guess it wasn't that long ago it was tomorrow actually.) There was a Cake-man who lived on Drury Lane next to the Muffin Man.

Anyway, the cake-man was eating cake in his little cake-shop when in walked a customer, "I wanna buy a cake," said the creature in a high pitched voice. "What kind of cake do you want?" said the cake-man. "I don't know," said the gnome.

"We have chocolate cakes, ice-cream cakes, strawberry cakes, lemon cakes, wedding cakes, rice cakes, sour cakes, sweet cakes, seed cakes, pancakes, delicious cakes, yucky cakes, carrot cakes, pink cakes, black cakes, white cakes, blue cakes, yellow cakes, green cakes, orange cakes, lime cakes, mango cakes, Swedish cakes, German cakes, English cakes, big cakes, little cakes, fat cakes, skinny cakes, low fat cakes, high fat cakes, low carb cakes, high carb cakes, pretty cakes, ugly cakes, bland cakes, flavorful cakes, happy cakes, sad cakes, leftovercakes, apple cakes, pineapple cakes, tiny cakes, huge cakes, cakes as big as a..."

The gnome ran round and round screaming "eeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeEEEEEEEeeeeee!" Then his head cought fire and he blew up.

And the moral of the story is never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever say "I don't know what kind of cake" to a cake-man.

the end.