The Clapped Caterpillar

Dos

The clapped boy then came across a cake, very big cake. This cake was oozing with cream and jam from the spongy centre, if this cake was a painting, it would be the bloody mona Lisa. Dave's eyes gazed at the incredibly amazing cake with a jaw- dropped mouth. The clapped Caterpillar licked its lips and well what else can be done with a blooming cake

After a rather abnormal gulp. Dave was satisfied and that would be the end of the story and roses would be thrown on stage as well as multiple granny's nickers and bras. However every story needs a little bit of a problem. So as much as I hate to say it the show must go on