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This is an archive article published on October 1, 1998
The Magic Cake
Once when I went to my friend Divya's birthday party, I ate a huge piece of cake. Mind you, I don't really like cakes nor do I eat them b...
Once when I went to my friend Divya8217;s birthday party, I ate a huge piece of cake. Mind you, I don8217;t really like cakes nor do I eat them but Divya wouldn8217;t take no for an answer. When the party ended I came home and started yawning 8212; I felt very, very sleepy. So yawning, I went to my room and flopped onto my bed and fell fast asleep.
Now a strange thing happened to me while I slept. I became a little shorter, than a little more, but I was not very short so mummy did not feel scared looking at me. The next day I did not get up for school, so mummy called up my friend Anushka. She asked Anushka8217;s mother: 8220;Did Anushka go to school today?8221; Her mother said no. So mummy thought it was a holiday and went out.
Thereafter some hours later I got a little shorter. Oh no! I was shorter than a mouse now. I got up and went into a mouse hole. Thank god that Mrs Mouse coming back with a piece of cheese. I ran back towards the opening I had entered from. I squeezed myself out of this small mouse hole.
As I walked out I smelt something very horrible. I held my breath and looked around. There was a fairy standing there. I quickly ran to her and asked her to make me my own size again. She smiled and zoom I was once again my real size. I walked back home where mummy was waiting for me. Mummy then told me that Divya8217;s cake had a sprinkling of sleeping powder. And sleeping powder sometimes makes you dream impossible dreams. 8220;Did you have a nice dream?8221; she asked me and I said 8220;yes, a most marvelous one8221;.
The story and illustration has been contributed by Devina Dalmia, 10 years.
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