WA5-Draft 1

Wedding Cake?

It was a beautiful day for a wedding, the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud anywhere in the sky. While the wedding ceremonies were in progress the caterers were busily rushing back and forth to set up the reception and dinner. The tables were set with a beautiful deep red cloth, and matching napkins. The glasses that were used were a fantastic crystal, that in the grooms opinion were way too expensive. All the preparations were done except for one thing. The cake. It was a beautiful cake; it was six layers with beautiful pink candy roses on every layer. The cake was the center piece of the whole reception hall.
To be honest that was the only the thing the wedding guest were thinking about during the wedding. All they wanted was to get to the reception and get taste a piece of that beautiful, moist, sweet, and delicious cake. The cake new everyone's agenda, but there was no way that the cake could get away. It's not like the cake could just get up and walk out. Three o'clock came rolling around and the cake new that the guest would be on their way, and they would be hungry. The only chance of the cake surviving would be if every guest got stuffed of the main course and just flat out refused to eat cake.
The sound of the knives cutting the prime rib was unbearable to the cake. If it wasn't for the beams holding up each layer of the cake it surely would have collapsed. The cake had now been moved from the center of the room to the side of the room to be prepared for cutting.
Finally the announcement came, "Time for cake!" the groom shouted in eager anticipation. Now the panic was really starting to set in, what was the cake going to do? The cake couldn’t move, it couldn’t make a sound and the chances of someone knocking it over now were slim to none. The guest starting lining up with their plates to get a piece of this delicious cake.
The waiter approached from behind the table, but he wasn't alone, he had friends. The cakes worst enemy… the knife. On the inside the cake was sobbing, finally realizing that it was definitely going to be eaten. The cakes final moments seemed to go in slow motion, everyone just waiting to get their greasy gravy covered utensils into the almost god like cake. If the cake was going to die, then it would want to be eaten by forks, not spoons, forks. Spoons have bad habits of changing people, making them greedy or even making them come back for seconds. Spoons were the spawn of Satan, along with knives.
The edge of the knife was cold, cold and sharp, cold, sharp and unforgiving. As the knife was slicing through the cake, the cake could feel its life starting to slip away. Then all of the sudden, the cakes life faded away. It faded deep into the bowels of every guest that attended the wedding. The cake was gone forever.