That really took the cake!
The cake was a bitthday surprise for Millie of the Model Marvels. We knew about because we baked it ourself. But the delicacy never made it out of the confined grease-spattered corner laughingly known as the Bullfinch kitchen (and more commonly known as the sink room).
Culprit—a rat, chased with the proverbial carving knife by Millie herself when she saw her anniversary desert being desecrated by rodent teeth.
The entire cake was disposed of. A visiting punk band turned the disposal into a new spectator sport, so laughs were had. But the bitter memory remains.
Bullfinch oddsbody Q has vowed a full investigation and extermination.
No rats will be let in without having proven that they’ve already eaten desert elsewhere.

Irene’s Riches and Words at War at the Bullfinch… Camel Caravan and Frontier Gentlemen, middlebrow world and country music collide, at Hamilton’s… Package tour at D’ollaire’s with The Candy Matsons, The Tracers of Lost Persons, The Chetters and The Penners. What’re they gonna do with all those bands?