There was a scrumptious-looking cake on the table. It was shaped like an owl and smelled of chocolate.
I thought I would try it, just a tiny bit… I was sure nobody would notice.
I’ve always had a sweet tooth, you know. I like all kinds of foods, but I prefer desserts.
I moved towards the plate as silently as I could, trying to contain my excitement. And that’s when I heard it.
‘Mum, mum, there’s a bee in the kitchen. And it’s flying towards my birthday cake.’
Then a big human walked into the room and I was no more.