It was time for the annual cake sale at a Presbyterian church. Mrs. Billings always made
the most beautiful cakes and she was expected to make another one this year. However,
Ms. Billings was a very busy woman with the time she spent with her family and the time
she gave to her community. She put off making the cake this year, thinking she could
put it all together at the last minute.
When the cake came out of the oven, Mrs. Billings was horrified to see that the cake had
fallen. She didn’t have the time or the ingredients to make another one and she panicked.
Frantically, she devised an ingenious plan. She would find a way to "fix" the
cake...then she would be the first one to the sale and buy her own cake back.
Mrs. Billings looked around the room, trying to find something that she could use to
"prop" the cake back up, and then she found it. A roll of toilet paper was the perfect
size. So, she put it under the center of the cake and the cake looked perfect. She decorated
it bright yellow and took it to the bake sale. Then she stuck around until the bake sale
started.
She was the first in line when the doors opened. She smiled to herself about how clever
she was. But then there was a terrifying horror crawling up from within her. She looked
at every single table there was no yellow cake! Someone had snuck in before the sale and
purchased it. The helpers couldn’t remember who had purchased it either because there
was so much going on.
She went home and felt absolutely horrible. That was it. They would find the toilet
paper in the cake, trace it back to her, and ban her from ever cooking ever again.
Mrs. Billings didn’t have a whole lot of time to dwell on her problem. She was going to a
reception that the Mayor’s wife was holding, and she was already a little late.
When she got there, Mrs. Billings almost died right where she stood, because there, at the
center of a brilliantly decorated table, was her bright, yellow cake. She debated all of her
options: grab the cake and run, change her name and move to Tahiti, call in a bomb
threat, or tell the hostess. It was a dead tie between calling in a bomb threat and telling
the hostess, when she decided to muster up the courage to tell the Mayor’s wife of the
horrors that awaited her inside the yellow cake.
As Mrs. Billings got up to tell the hostess about the cake, she overheard someone
complimenting the mayor’s wife. "That is simply the most beautiful cake I have ever
seen!" To which the Mayor’s wife replied, "Thank you, I made it myself." Mrs.
Billings then sat down and enjoyed her fruit salad.
