Kuroloja

“Of course! It’s just around the corner,” Cinderella replied gratefully. She pointed at the cobblestoned path that led to the garden. As Cinderella walked back into the house, she heard another knock—this time coming from the back door. She hurried to answer it. “Now surely that’s the baker,” she said as she ran back to the kitchen. “I hope Stepmother didn’t hear the second knock. I don’t want her to come downstairs until all of the cakes are gone—and the new rosebush is planted!” Sure enough, the baker was standing at the kitchen door. He looked very nervous. “Hello,” he said. “Is the dessert ready?” “Yes, it is,” Cinderella replied with a smile. “Come in. I hope you’re pleased with what we’ve done. I think that it really turned out wonderful! The baker stepped into the large kitchen. His eyes grew wide as he took in the sight: dozens of beautifully decorated cakes that almost looked too good to eat! “How—how did you do it?” he said with a gasp. “It’s not possible . . .” “Oh, I had a little help from some very good friends,” Cinderella said. She glanced over at Gus and winked. “May I try one?” the baker asked, pointing to one of the cakes. “They look delicious.” He licked his lips in anticipation.”
― Ellie O'Ryan, Cinderella The Great Mouse Mistake