"Bang, crash, boom!" The trash on the intersection of Winthrop street and Bolton road tipped over as Andy and his dog, Brownie, ran to Mr. Cake's bakery. Within seconds, each street was covered with rotten apple cores, moldy hotdog buns, and Pepsi soda cans. Once they made it to Mr. Cake's bakery on Anderson avenue, they blasted in filling their noses with the scent of freshly baked blueberry pies, chocolate cake, and donuts frosted with pink frosting and rainbow sprinkles. The aroma of chocolate chip cookies and eclairs filled the air. Unfortunately, Andy's big secret turned his stomach completely upside down. Usually, Andy would want to try Mr. Cake's newest pastry, but instead, he sat in the corner next to a big, glass pastry case filled with double fudge brownies and fried dough balls. "Andy, would you like to try my newest pastry?" Mr. Cake asked. Andy shook his head 'no' and continued on. His secret turned in his stomach over and over again, making him as dizzy as a carrausel. Andy soon felt like throwing up, and staring at food was not helping. He ran out of the bakery, stopping at Stop to Shop. He ran inside and met Mr. Coop, the cashier. "Hello, my name is Andy and I would really like a drink. I have been running for at least a half an hour from Mr. Cake's bakery," Andy said. Mr. Coop pointed to the refridgerators on the right side of the store. Andy ran to refridgerators and took out a bottle of water. He payed $2.00 for it. Then, Andy ran out. Every minute, Andy's secret built up inside him, making it harder and harder to breathe. He couldn't stand it. He had to tell someone. Or something. He bent down to Brownie and whispered in his floppy ear. "Brownie, I have to tell you something pretty upsetting," he said as each breath was heavy. "I stole a brownie from Mr. Cake's bakery," Andy said. He wasn't proud of it. He ran to Mr. Cake's bakery and apologized. Mr. Cake forgave him and everything went back to normal. Now, Andy's stomach could take a new pastry from the bakery.
The End
