An Old Cake

It happened in England. A boy went to the shop. When he came into a baker’s shop, he asked, “Have you any cakes?” The baker gave him a cake, but the boy didn’t like it, because it was very dry. “Is that a cake?” he asked.

“Of course, it is,” answered the baker.

“It does not look like a cake,” said the boy.

“I made cakes even when you were two years old, you, bad boy,” answered the baker.

“Oh, did you?” asked the boy and looked at the cake again. “Then this must be one of them.”