One day my friend Ruth Less came to the door

One day my friend Ruth Less came to the door. “I brought a yummy prune cake.” “Yummy can I try it?” “Yes here’s a fork.” I stared at the fork with the largeish portion of prune pie oops I mean cake. “I’m not sure I could handle a bite as ginormous as this.” “Oh well the worst thing that could happen is you choke.” “That’s not so bad.” I bited half the piece. “Yum. This is purty good.” “I’m glad.” Ding Dong the doorbell raing. “Excuse me while I answer that doorcall.” I answered the doorcall. And gasp! It was my other friend Refrie Dbeans. “I shmealled creamy succotash from my house are they yours?” “Why not at all. I have prune cake want a bite?” “Why yes I would be delighted.” “OK here’s a bite well half of one anyway. I ate the other half.” “Gee thanks.” Refrie Dbeans took a grateful bite. “This is fairly gross.” Ding Dong the doorbell rang… again? I answered the doorcall. Guess what it was my other friend Refrie Dbeans’s little bro his name is Defrie Dbeans. He is the pinto kind. Refrie Dbeans is the lima kind. And I bretend that I’m the speckled kind. I’m getting off the cubject. I offered him the rest of the half-bite that Refrie didn’t finish. He said why he’d love to. “Oh, this is yukkae!” He said after he bited the bite of prune cake. “What you do not find delight in this piece of prune cake’s taste?” Ruth Less appeared from behind the door. “How’d ja like it?” “Oh it was yukkae!” “I find that fairly insulting.” “Oh well I don’t care really as long as I don’t… UH OH!” Poot! Just then guess what gave my nose a surprise? “Pardon my smell.” “GOSH I’M GETTIN’ OUT OF HERE!!” I didn’t like the sound of that. It’s something that Ruth Less only does when she’s about to faint. “Ah-ha-ha-ha.” Ruth Less fainted. So did Refrie Dbeans. So did I I think. All I know is that I woke up and bought an air freshener that day. Then I went into the kitchen and decided to have breakfast lunch dessert snack dinner and dessert all at the same time. I had one solution to the problem what to eat – prune cake.

THE END.

By Dottiedie.