The Great Cake Flight

That afternoon, the whole Wusel house smelled of warm cake and sweet berries. Flauschi placed the final raspberry on her two-layer cake while Puschel could barely sit still at the dining table.

Flauschi“Finished! Now it only has to reach the table safely.”

Puschel jumped up at once. He wanted to help and took the wooden cake plate very carefully in both paws.

Puschel“Leave it to me. Today I shall walk so slowly that even a snail grows impatient.”

For three tiny steps, everything went well. On the fourth, Puschel’s foot caught the flat edge of the rug. He held on bravely to the wooden plate—but the cake lifted off and flew in a high arc across the kitchen.

Flauschi“Puschel! The cake!”

With one soft splat, cream, sponge and berries landed all around Puschel. One especially large piece settled on his forelock, while more dollops covered his cheeks, belly and paws. Flauschi knelt beside him in shock.

Puschel“I saved the plate. Apparently the cake had a different plan.”

For one moment, everything was quiet. Flauschi looked at the empty wooden plate, then at Puschel and finally at the cake pieces on the freshly scrubbed kitchen floor.

Flauschi“Are you hurt?”

Puschel“Only my pride. And right now it tastes a little like raspberry cream.”

Flauschi began to giggle. Puschel crossed his eyes towards the berry on his forelock and soon he was giggling too. They fetched two spoons, stayed right where they were and tasted the clean pieces of cake.

Flauschi“It no longer looks like a cake, but it still tastes like one.”

And so Flauschi’s celebration cake became a little kitchen-floor picnic. Later they cleaned everything together—and Puschel promised to give every rug an especially wide berth during the next cake delivery.