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CAKE, CAKE, CAKE
Maybe he’s in a hurry he wanted dessert! The table is loaded with goodies, but they better hurry because the flies might be coming. Cakes, cakes, cakes! It does look good, though. I see some little children in the background. The one little boy doesn’t look too happy but the little girl is eating a cone. He doesn’t have anything in front of him. Someone else is blowing up a balloon that has a turban on. She is on the extreme right. I see someone in the background holding a child and the child is also eating a cone. Outside, it look like. Could be a fair, a county fair. Where people bring something to share. Or a judge it could be judged when people bring baked goods.
It kind of looks like it’s a certain era because the men are wearing hats. Fedoras, almost like dress hats or cowboy hats too. It could be Amish country because the woman at the table, they’re dressed like the Amish. It could be fall or spring because some of them have coats on. There’s about ten *point down the line of cakes.* All the men look like they’re in some sense of order. The two women look like sisters. They almost look Spanish to me or possibly from Mexico or Ecuador. They kind of have the same complexion and hair. They’re sisters because they’re facing away from each other and one of them has a knife in her hand—although she’s cutting pies. She’s not pointing it at anyone.
There’s a man walking back there. There’s a man here, here, here, and there. A couple people don’t have hats. This man has a hat but his back is to us. It reminds me of a bake sale. All kinds of desserts. A variety. Cakes, pies, brownies, loaf cake. They all look homemade. They taste sweet, with their tongue. I hope so! It looks to me like there are grates underneath. It might be a cloth. Those are ugly tablecloths. It looks like there’s a chocolate loaf. Usually if they’re going to judge them, they might have names.
Penelope is one of them, Jasmine is another, Abigail, Barbara, Lucy, Irene, Lois, Lily, Beverly, Chocolate. Men might have baked them, but probably not. One looks like a meatloaf made out of chocolate. Chocolate meatloaf! And probably everything that could be is made out of real butter.
Afterwards, probably have to clean up and pack everything. Or just leave the cakes like that and serve them. Considering what these cakes look like I don’t think they make this but one time every six months. Over on the left, it looks like a big soup pot. Oatmeal or something, looks like a big pan that’s heated. It could be a cold dessert, that’s possible.
She’s going to serve it on a plate. Probably to men. Fifteen guys across, there’s one guy that’s wearing a hat and she wants to get rid of him. That woman above the table almost looks like she’s drinking. Or blowing. Blowing balloons or something. It doesn’t look like she has anything for sale. I have a feeling that she’s trying to get rid of that other guy. That’s why she’s got that look on her face. Could be a cigarette. Next to her might be a kid or a person just standing there, looking at her. Or at the cakes. He’s like “where’s mine? Where’s mine?”
Look at the person next to the tree on the extreme left, there’s a woman’s head and you can see her face like “Oooooh I want some of that.”
The sisters are thinking “some body better come here and get this stuff before the flies land on it.” “Come one, come all!” People come and eat, they’re waiting. Can’t let it go to waste.
THE END
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