Mums & The Cake Factor (part 2)

Published by Letters_to_Cleo on 5 November, 2010 - 16:10

Mum quickly tired of having to keep it out of my reach. So she tried to hide the cake, but I always found it. I mean comeon, im an eight year old, i know where all the hiding places are! So she tried putting the cake on top of the frige, but my freakish climbing abilities soon proved it to be an unsatisfactory solution.

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She then placed it inside the fridge with a VERY heavy box in front of the door. After discovering i couldn't move the box i decided to dramatically throw myself at it in the hopes that my combined weight and velocity would budge it or my mum will be forced to give hand it over in order to prevent my destruction.

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Surprisingly, this tactic didnt work and I was banished to play outside with my toys. But i didnt enjoy it. I played vengefully for the rest of the afternoon. All of my toys died horrible deaths at least once. But I never lost sight of my goal. The Cake.

So i tried a new tactic. I stood peering dolefully through the sliding glass door, trying to look as pitiful as possible.

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I knew the cake was locked securely in the other room, but if I could get them to let me inside... maybe. Maybe I could find a way to get to it. After all, desperation breeds ingenuity. I could possibly build an explosive device or some sort of pulley system. I had to try. But at that point, my only real option was to manipulate their emotions so they'd pity me and willfully allow me to get closer to the cake.

When my theatrics failed to produce the desired results, I resorted to crying very loudly, right up against the glass.

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Until my mum came and told me to stop crying and move away from the glass because i was fogging it up. So I stamped around the garden, glaring reproachfully over my shoulder and thinking about how sorry my mum would be if I were to die out there. She'd wish she would have listened. She'd wish she had given me a piece of cake. But it would be too late (i was very melodramatic as a child lol).

And then I looked over my shoulder and I couldnt believe my eyes!

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Someone had left a window open!! And on the otherside of that window lay the room in which my mum had placed that cake!!!

I scampered over and pushed the wheely bin infront of it. Utilising all my climbing skills after years of watching Spider-man, I jumped with all my might and climbed through the window!!

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And now i was a mere metre away from the cake.

I couldn't fully believe it. I crept slowly - reverently - toward the cake, my body quivering with anticipation. At last. It was mine. ALL MINE!

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I ate the entire cake. At one point, I remember becoming aware of how full i was, but I kept eating out of a combination of spite and stubbornness. No one could tell me not to eat an entire cake - not my mom, not my sister, not anyone! I would eat cake whenever I damn well pleased. It was MY cake and I didnt care what anyone else thought!! MIIIIINEE!

I suppose my mum had noticed the lack of sobbing and waling coming from the garden and since she knew my tantrums rarely subsided on their own she must have gone looking for me.

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And when she couldn't find me anywhere out back, she finally thought to unlock the bedroom door and peek inside.

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And there I was...

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I spent the rest of the evening in a hyperglycemic fit, alternately running around like a maniac and regurgitating the multi-colored remains of my conquest all over the carpet. I remember thinking this is for you, mum. This is what happens when you try to get between me and cake - I silently challenged her (in my head) to try again to prevent me from obtaining something I wanted. Just once. Just to see what would happen. It didn't matter how violently ill I felt, in that moment, I was the best of the best! - I was unstoppable! lol

Hope you liked my drawings. Sorry it took so long.

Comments

Submitted by LookingToSee on 16 October, 2011 - 18:55

ThE pOwEr Of SiLeNcE wrote:
Angronymous wrote:
You wrote:
Why are you so angry about it?

idk, I don't think I'm that angry actually. I guess ranting is just fun. Smile
YouI don't have to be angry though to regard Lilly's suggestion as ridiculous.

She was giving Letters the benefit of doubt; nothing wrong with that.

yes us muslim have to find LOADS of excuses before accusing someone of anything (around 70 or so), and we need concrete evidence.

and i find it difficult to take you seriously as i dont know you and you're not even amember. so ciao until Letters come back to explain herself. admin can do whatever he likes meanwhile.

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Is it true? Is it kind? Is it necessary?

Submitted by TPOS on 16 October, 2011 - 19:09

I can't remember who, think it was one of the 4 Imams (of the schools of thought) who said something like "if I had a thousand reasons to think badly of someone and one reason not to, I'd accept that one reason" SubhanAllah

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"How many people find fault in what they're reading and the fault is in their own understanding" Al Mutanabbi

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