BAM!
Tiki fell out of her tree. She was a koala in Australia. Tiki is small, cute, and friendly. She loves sweets. Candy, cake, brownies, muffins, cookies, cupcakes . . . she loves it all. Every day, Tiki takes a cab to Sydney and walks to the bakery. When she gets there, Tiki crawls into the kitchen and takes some sweets.
One hot Sunday afternoon, Tiki was in the bakery kitchen and she saw a wonderful sight. High up on the table she saw a seven-layer, butter cream frosting, cream filled, dark chocolate cake with candy flowers on it. Tiki just knew she had to taste some. She dropped the pile of cookies she was holding and began to climb up the tall table. When she reached the top, Tiki looked up at the enormous cake. It looked so good. Tiki reached both paws into the cake and she stuck her head in the bottom layer.
Mmmmm, it tasted delicious! The rich frosting, the cream filling . . . it was amazing. Tiki pulled her head out of the cake and licked her lips. It tasted so good. Her gaze shifted longingly to the top layer which had many chocolate covered strawberries on it.
She was about to start climbing up the cake when she heard a loud voice coming her way. Terrified, Tiki hid herself in the only thing near her — the cake. Tiki heard footsteps entering the room. She hoped that whoever was out there would not find the large and messy hold in the splendid cake. Tiki heard humming and the sound of a broom sweeping the kitchen floor. After a while, the humming stopped and the heavy footsteps disappeared out of the kitchen. Tiki pulled herself up and out through the hole. She was very messy. She had had enough sweets for the day and decided to head home.
When Tiki looked out of the kitchen she saw it was dark. Tiki froze out of fear. After a few seconds she scampered toward the door. She climbed up the window to the door knob and pulled. It wouldn’t open. Tiki tugged and pushed and kicked but the door would not budge. She climbed back down to the floor and looked up at the moon. She was frightened. Tiki had never slept away from home before. Silent tears fell from her eyes. She made herself comfortable in a big box of cotton candy. Slowly, Tiki closed her eyes, relaxed, and fell asleep.
The next morning, Tiki woke with a start. She had heard a key snap in the door. Tiki ducked under the cotton candy just in time. The door opened and closed as footsteps faded into the kitchen. Tiki dashed out the door and ran all the way home. She never ate cake again . . . mostly.