I squealed. I giggled. I hooted and even gurgled with joy. Pretty ace as cakes, birthday or otherwise, go. (Tastes lovely, too; devil's food cake with vanilla icing, chocolate curls for the darker patches, chocolate digestives for the paws and ears and marshmallows-on-"Thin Mints" for the eyes. We have eaten up as far as the smile.) My bad mood evaporated at once - I am still "going on eight" even now I'm thirty-five - and the rest of the birthday weekend was wonderful.
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