Lala is sad and crying because she doesn’t know who ate all her cake…
Lala sat at the kitchen table, her little face scrunched in confusion and sorrow. The sweet aroma of freshly baked cake had filled the house just hours before, and she had been so excited to enjoy it. But now, the cake was gone—completely gone. Not a single crumb was left.
Tears welled up in Lala’s eyes as she gazed at the empty plate. She had been saving that slice all day, eagerly anticipating the moment when she could indulge in the soft, sweet treat. But now, it was as if the cake had vanished into thin air.
She sniffled and glanced around the room, her tail drooping. “Who did this?” she muttered to herself, not understanding what had happened. Her family had all been in the house earlier, but no one seemed to know where the cake had gone.
Lala’s first suspect was her mischievous little brother, Max. He always had a knack for sneaking treats when no one was looking. She padded into the living room and found him playing with his toy cars. “Max!” she cried, her voice trembling. “Did you eat my cake?”
Max looked up, wide-eyed. “No, I didn’t!” he protested, his lips curving into a small guilty smile. “Maybe it was the cat?”
Lala sighed and shook her head. The cat, Whiskers, was known for her sneaky ways, but she didn’t think Whiskers could have eaten the entire cake. Lala wandered through the house, checking every corner and asking every family member, but no one had an answer.
Eventually, Lala returned to the kitchen, her heart heavy. Just as she was about to sit down, her mother came in and smiled warmly. “Lala, I have a little surprise for you,” she said, holding up a fresh slice of cake. “I made another one, just for you.”
Lala’s eyes brightened, and her sadness melted away. She realized that sometimes, a little mystery could lead to a sweet ending after all.Lala sat at the kitchen table, her little face scrunched in confusion and sorrow. The sweet aroma of freshly baked cake had filled the house just hours before, and she had been so excited to enjoy it. But now, the cake was gone—completely gone. Not a single crumb was left.
Tears welled up in Lala’s eyes as she gazed at the empty plate. She had been saving that slice all day, eagerly anticipating the moment when she could indulge in the soft, sweet treat. But now, it was as if the cake had vanished into thin air.
She sniffled and glanced around the room, her tail drooping. “Who did this?” she muttered to herself, not understanding what had happened. Her family had all been in the house earlier, but no one seemed to know where the cake had gone.
Lala’s first suspect was her mischievous little brother, Max. He always had a knack for sneaking treats when no one was looking. She padded into the living room and found him playing with his toy cars. “Max!” she cried, her voice trembling. “Did you eat my cake?”
Max looked up, wide-eyed. “No, I didn’t!” he protested, his lips curving into a small guilty smile. “Maybe it was the cat?”
Lala sighed and shook her head. The cat, Whiskers, was known for her sneaky ways, but she didn’t think Whiskers could have eaten the entire cake. Lala wandered through the house, checking every corner and asking every family member, but no one had an answer.
Eventually, Lala returned to the kitchen, her heart heavy. Just as she was about to sit down, her mother came in and smiled warmly. “Lala, I have a little surprise for you,” she said, holding up a fresh slice of cake. “I made another one, just for you.”
Lala’s eyes brightened, and her sadness melted away. She realized that sometimes, a little mystery could lead to a sweet ending after all.
