The daughter felt a warm hand lay on her shoulder and she karate chopped her way into the radiating piece of flesh behind her with a skadoush.
Oh no! The cake!
She peered thru her dainty porcelain skinned hands, they were quite bruised up, and her ashy skin was quite a contrast to the dark red scabs she contracted from hives and other allergic reactions leading to rashes and what not.
A green and blue clad outfit with green button up shirt (what - did .. who buttons down that's weeEIiird) and blue overalls sat with the picnic basket and white creamy substance dripping down their clothing.
Oh no! The cake!
The daughter lifted the picnic basket up and gasped.
Oh no!! The caaaakkkeee!!!!!
The cake, the beautiful white wedding cake, was all smooshed on the stranger's face.
Who Is? Wondered The Daughter.
The daughter pictured a certain individual.
The personage opened their frosting encrusted eyelids and muttered a forlorn statement, "indeed. That's me."
