THE LITTLE GREEN CAKE

Evening Post, Volume CXXVI, Issue 50, 27 August 1938, Page 20

THE LITTLE GREEN CAKE

: > '(Pound by Sanders, Kelburn.) ryN Monday, Scrunch, the.pixie, wanted a balloon. On Tuesday, Carraway,; his friend, wanted^^;avtop. ;jQn Wediiesday, they both wanted a kite. And so it wanton. Yet they hardly ever/got the things they wanted, because they had so little -money.' .„. ;-.'.'vi ; "' : , Theri Scrunch' had an idea/ "Let's have a shop," he said. "A cake shop. We could get lots of pennies then." v "I could make carraway .4'akes,\anyhpw," said Carraway. So.they went to the grocer's and; bought their things. Then they had a great baking. When Carraway had,put his,last batch of seed-cakes into the oven, he took a spoprisand-began- to scrape his mixing bowl. He found that he had enough for. another, little cake. "But there aren't Sriysee<|s,'' he said*A *'JL'ni afraid it will be a plain one." Then:he thought -of-a tiny packet, ofgrass,seed that the old goblin had given him from- the Enchanted Hill; "Do you think I could use them?" he said to Scrunch. ; ■■/S.: •• ■ ).■..,";- '"'■ -,-./. . j ',■ • : "Yes, put them m,^--said Scrunch: So the strange seeds were stirred into the last little cake, and'by that time the cakes already in the oven were done. Carraway lifted them put carefuUy.anti iput the last one in. Then they; begauio^etsput;their shop. They put the table in the window and found alt,the prettiest plates they had, and spread the scrunchy rusks and sweet'little cakes for all the passers-by to see. The folk of Pixies* Common simply^flpeked^thete. : -::; ' ; - Then Carraway suddenly remembered something. "Oh, Scrunch!" he exclaimed. VMy'last^ttle/cakle! It will be burnt to nothing." And he'dashed to the oven'expecting.to find nothing bu ; t a black cinder. ■ But what he,feaU^. 'did fend astohisli(ed them both. In spite of the heat, the cake was hot even vbro^vn. It was; green, for it was covered with soft green-grass.'.■;. ~' '.;.'■■•'. | .'■■.■ \, '; ...-. •"••'• "■■■-'■ • ■■ .-. ■ "It looks-more like.aiiilole-hill than a, cake," said Scrunch. "Why, the grass is growing! It's coming into buds and s ;flowefs!" ] "And fruit!"; said' Carrafvay. "Oil, Scrunch, look! Raisins'and nuts and wee red cnerries,' and- silver, balls, arid liundreds-and-thousands, arid pink sugar rosebuds!" : .>...-.:..', '■■%■' •••'■ . ■: ■\. ~ .■■<■■ .-... -• . "Things to decorate, party cakes w.iiM"' said Scrunch gleefully. "Oh, Carraway!" '• . : ; " \ "' :-'.':V': .'. '■'''■ '-■■"■'■-,'. ' ' It was quite true. The magic grass grew before their eyes, and as it grew,; it burst into the soft of lovely, gay things only to be found on the splendid cakes. And when all the grass had blossomed, it stopped growing. "Let's pick some of the things," said Carraway, and he tried to take a cherry. But it would not come off. Then Scrunch, tried to take a pink rosebud, but that, too, was fast. "Then we'll cut them off," said Carraway. "After all, that is the proper thing to do with grass isn't it?" So they took a large pair of scissors and cut the enchanted grass, and all the decorations came off their stalks quite easily. And they were more delicious to eat than any. other sweets the two pixies had ever tasted.