I dug through my fridge in search of the eggs I needed for the cake me and my love were making. I finally found them and put them on the counter with the rest of the ingredients. He looked at me and I nodded my head. It was time to begin!
I began by pouring the hippo milk into our large mixing bowl. He grabbed the bananas and threw the peels into the blender. He then ran the juice through his hair and into the bowl.
I took the two eggs and cracked them into the bowl without getting a single shell in. What a shame, they were such perfect eggs. I stood up dumbfounded.
"I know we're forgetting something," I said tapping my elbow.
We both sat thinking until he shot up.
"I know," he exclaimed. "We forgot the flamboyantness!"
"You're right," I agreed. "It did seem a little dull."
We quickly added some sequence and other fabulous things. We took turns mixing the bowl until it finally complete. We had our understanding but unreasonable amount of batter. I sampled it with my finger, the flavors dancing across my tongue in a feverish tango.
We put some of it into the oven for our scrumptious cake. It came out as a dolphin, we must've had the wrong recipe. He walked over to me.
"I can no longer hide my passion for you," he said lustfully and poured the rest of the batter into my pants.
"And I for you," I said giving in. I rubbed the batter on to his bare chest with my forehead.
We knew that our love could not be controlled and continued till the rise of the early morning sun.
"What you do makes a difference, and you have to decide what kind of difference you want to make."
-Jane Goodall
