The Cake
Once a Cake would go seek his fortune in the world, and he took his leave of the Pan he was baked in. "I know my destiny," said the Cake. "I must be eaten, since to that end I was made; but I am a good cake, if I say it who should not, and I would fain choose the persons I am to benefit." "I don't see what difference it makes to you!" said the Pan. "But imagination is hardly your strong point!" said the Cake. "Huh!" said the Pan. The Cake went on his way, and soon he passed by a cottage door where sat a woman spinning, and her ten children playing about her. "Oh!" said the woman, "what a beautiful cake!" and she put out her hand to take him. "Be so good as to wait a moment!" said the Cake. "Will you kindly tell me what you would do with me if I should yield myself up to you?" "I sh
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