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Cake Head

Look at you.  You've got cake crumbs on your mouth.  Cake crumbs in your hair.  Cake crumbs everywhere.  Cake crumbs in your nose.  Cake crumbs on your toes.  What have you done?  Have you had a lot of fun?

Please, stop rhyming at me.  I've got a headache, and I don't know if you noticed, but there are also cake crumbs in my ear. 

A wild night.

A wild night.  True enough, and now I'm feeling the consequences.

I see... I don't know if you noticed, but you have a wound on your arm.  It looks like a snakebite.  Seriously, how do you feel.

Honestly?  It feels as though I've been bitten by a snake.  How do I look.

Mmm-hmmm... A real wild night, I guess.  What have you done?

Well, I can't remember it all.  I remember the forest, of course.  Running through the forest.  And maybe I did run into a patch of snakes and cakes.  Hey!  Now I'm Mr. Rhyme! 

Finnigan looks at his watch.  I haven't got times for rhymes. 

They both have a good laugh.

Nothing like a good laugh, eh Finnigan, to settle the jitters and clear the head.

Parnian, I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously covered in cake crumbs. 

When can you take me seriously? 

When your head is properly screwed on, and when you are acting soberly and with some kind of normal intention.  Please, I don't even like cake. 

I don't care what you like.  I think the venom is making it's way toward my brain.

How do you feel.

Light headed.  Balloon headed. 

Should I take you to the hospital?

No, please.  Just let me rest.  Will you suck the venom out?

Ummm.... I have the dentist appointment I told you about.

Venom is bad for your teeth.

Is it?

I don't know.  Probably.  It's bad for your brain, I know that for a fact.  Finnigan?  FINNIGAN!?

What.  What is it?

I thought you had left.

I did, for a minute. 

Oh.  So I was right to think you had left.

Yes.  Parnian, I have to leave. 

Please.  Stay.  I think there is cake around here somewhere. 

Why don't you just shake out your hair, and your clothes, and your face onto a saucer, and I can eat the accumulated cake crumbs?

Would you like that?

No. 

Here.  I found some cake.  It was in between the cushions on the couch.  It's fine cake.  I think my grandma made it. 

It must be very old.

It hasn't lost it's taste.  Cake gets better with age, as they say.

That's wine. 

Oh, right.  Please, sit down.  There's something I've been wanting to tell you.

What is it, Parnian.

Finnigan, I love cake. 

I know. 

I don't think you do.

I know it. 

I really don't think you do. 

Trust me, Parnian, I know it.  I've seen you in your pantry.  Remember?  That one time?  When all there was left was Angel Food Cake.  Remember?  And you were bawling.  It was very sad.

I don't think you understand what I'm trying to say.

I understand.  You love cake.  I've known it since I've met you.  Parnian, you've just offered me cake from you couch. 

Listen, I know a place, in the forest.  There's this entrance into the ground.  At first it smells like ground, you know.  Like a cave.  And it's dark.  But the further you go in, the more it starts smelling like cake.  I'm serious!  And the light goes from none to low red.  And then you can hear the singing.  The chorus of gnomes.  Finnigan!  Please, listen to me.  You have to come with me.  It's beautiful. A giant vat of cake!  We can eat it together!

O.k. Parnian, we'll go to the forest.  We'll eat cake.  I'm fine with that.

Thank-you. Thank-you. 

Parnian bawls. 

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