I want cake

Justin walked in the room and stopped quickly. His eyes widen at the wonderful treat before him on the table. A German Chocolate Cake!! his favorite. He walked towards the table stopping when he reached the end of the table. He stood on his tiptoes to get a better look. The cake was very big. It was much bigger than he thought it would be. It looked like a giant mountain. A real chocolate mountain. It had three round layers of dark cake. The layers were stacked high on a shiny glass plate. Creamy chocolate frosting was spread all over the sides. It was dripping down the sides in thick lines. On the very top was a golden layer of coconut and pecans. The coconut looked like fluffy yellow snow. The pecans looked like little brown rocks on top of the peak.

Justin took a deep breath. The kitchen smelled wonderful. He could smell the rich cocoa. It smelled like warm hot chocolate on a cold winter day. He could also smell the sweet vanilla. It was a very strong smell. It filled his nose and made his mouth water. He wanted a bite very much. He wanted to taste the sweet frosting. He wanted to feel the crunchy pecans. The cake seemed to glow under the bright kitchen light. It looked like a treasure. A prize waiting for a brave explorer. Justin felt like a brave explorer. He was on a grand mission to reach the top of Chocolate Peak. He just needed to get closer to the mountain.

He took one step forward. Squeak! went his left sneaker. He took another step forward. Squeak! went his right sneaker. His light-up sneakers were very bright and very loud. They flashed red and blue with every single step. Justin stopped and held his breath. He looked around the kitchen. The room was very quiet. Nobody was there. The sink was empty. The stove was off. He was all alone with the giant cake. He felt very lucky. He could get his prize now. He did not have to wait for dinner. He did not have to eat his green peas first. He could have a little taste right this second. Just a tiny lick of the sweet frosting would be perfect.

He walked closer to the wooden table. He stopped when his stomach touched the edge of the wood. The table was very tall. It was much taller than Justin. The top of the table was level with his chin. He had to look way up to see the cake. It looked even bigger from down here. The chocolate mountain was towering over him. He reached up with his hands. He tried to touch the edge of the table. He could barely reach it with his fingertips. He needed to be taller. He needed to find a way to climb up to the prize. He looked around for a chair. He saw a big wooden chair right next to him. It was the perfect climbing tool for a brave explorer.

Justin grabbed the side of the chair. He pulled himself up. He placed one squeaky sneaker on the bottom bar of the chair. Squeak! went the shoe. He did not care about the noise. He was too close to stop now. He placed his other shoe on the flat seat of the chair. He stood up slowly. Now he was very tall. He was taller than the table. He could see the whole cake clearly. The coconut topping looked so soft. The chocolate frosting was shiny and wet. It looked delicious. He felt a big smile grow on his face. He was at the top of the world. He was the king of the kitchen.

He reached his hand out toward the cake. He extended his index finger. It was a small, chubby finger. He just wanted to touch the frosting. He wanted to get a tiny bit on his finger. Then he would lick it off. Nobody would ever know. The cake was so big. A tiny little touch would not hurt anything. He moved his finger closer and closer. He could feel the warmth of the kitchen air. He was only an inch away from the chocolate. He closed his eyes and got ready for the sweet taste.

Before his finger could touch the cake, a big shadow fell over him. The kitchen suddenly felt very warm. The light from the ceiling was blocked. Justin opened his eyes. He looked up. He did not see the cake anymore. He saw a big checkered shirt. It was red and black. It smelled like woodsmoke and sweet vanilla. He looked up higher. He saw a neatly trimmed beard. He saw a very big, warm smile. It was Uncle Frank. Uncle Frank was standing right next to the table. He had been there the whole time. He was watching Justin with a playful look in his brown eyes. His hands were on his hips.

Uncle Frank looked down at Justin. He shook his head slowly. He had a little laugh in his voice. "Whoa there, little ranger!" Uncle Frank said. "That mountain is off-limits until the sun goes down and the plates are clean." He reached out with his big hands. He placed them under Justin's arms. He lifted Justin up off the chair. Justin felt himself flying through the air. It was a fun feeling, but he was sad to leave the cake behind. Uncle Frank set Justin gently down on the kitchen floor. Justin's sneakers gave a loud double squeak as his feet hit the linoleum tiles. Squeak! Squeak! The red lights flashed bright red.

Justin looked up at his uncle. He pouted his lips. He made his eyes very big and round. He tried to look as sad as he could. "But Uncle Frank," Justin said in a small voice. "The cake is so pretty. I just wanted one tiny lick. Just a teeny tiny one. Pwease?" He pointed his small finger back up at the table. The cake was still there. It was still glowing under the light. It looked so far away now. It was back on top of the high table mountain. Justin felt very small again. His mission had failed. The guard was on duty, and he was very big.

Uncle Frank laughed a deep, hearty laugh. He knelt down so he was at the same level as Justin. He tapped Justin on the nose with his finger. "Nice try, buddy," Uncle Frank said with a wink. "But I have a very important job today. I am the official guard of the cake. No one gets a bite until after dinner. Not even a little explorer like you. We have to wait for the family." Justin sighed. He looked at his squeaky shoes. He knew Uncle Frank was right, but waiting was very hard. The chocolate smelled too good to wait. The mission was not over yet. He would have to find another way.