The Evil Wench:

Monologues of a Cake

I’m burnt.

Holy crap, I’m burnt.

I don’t understand how one can leave something

Soooo delicious

In the oven.

Yup, definitely turning black.

Sin! Sin!

Cakes shouldn’t be black and burnt!

I tasted so goooooood!

Evil wench!

How dare she let my rich chocolate filling burn?!

Burn! Burn like the devil! And the fires of hell!

Alas, a light shines through; a crack

Of light

Opens further

Cooling, yes, but the evil wench, her horrid face appears

How she can be smiling, I’ll never know….

Oh, god, a frown at last!

Hands, they reach out for-

What?

No….

No!

The trash?

The TRAAAAAAASSSSSHHH?!

Evil WENCH!