Cake Thief

Before we started having my birthday parties at the park, we had a few at my grandmother's house.  She lived across the street from us, and had the biggest yard in the neighborhood.  We would play in the yard with our friends.  We played such classics as tag, hide and seek, and drop the clothes pin into the gallon milk jug.  One time after a rousing game of clothes pin dropping it was time for the cake.  We all piled into the kitchen.  Kevin and I pushed each other, each trying to get the best position for candle blowing.  I looked down and to my dismay a corner of the cake was gone.  What horror!  Who could be the dastardly cake thief, the crusher of frosted dreams?!  It was none other than my uncle.  My mother's mood turned instantly to rage.  The look on her face could have instantly killed a small goat.  We proceeded with the festivities and most has been lost to the annuals of time.  Except I still wait for the time when I will exact my revenge, the day when I will have my corner of his cake.