THE FERALS
By Tessa Harvey
When Alice knocked on the door, Brodie opened it, peering up at her with a woeful expression. Then the smell of burning wafted out.
"Our cake went all black," the little boy stated solemnly. Sophie tried hard not to giggle, but then when she saw Jake holding a burnt, smoking black object, with an an almost identical woeful expression on his face, the laughter bubbled out. Jake saw the funny side and then all four were really laughing.
"The mixture was great, though," laughed Brodie.
The pizzas were reheated in the microwave oven, and tasted delicious, soon dispelling "burnt cake aroma" and the ice-cream was also welcome.
"At least I can't burn ice-cream," declared Jake.
They arranged to go for a walk near the beach on the following day, Saturday. Alice helped clean up and she and Sophie left fairly early so they could all get a good start in the morning.

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