The Last Slice of Cake

It was a sunny Saturday. Today was Mia's birthday. She was seven years old. Her house was full of balloons. The balloons were red, blue, and yellow. There was music. There were games. And there was cake!

The cake was big and round. It had pink icing on top. It had little sugar stars too. "Happy Birthday, Mia!" said her two best friends, Sam and Lily. They gave her a hug.

Sam was a funny boy. He was always hungry. "I can smell the cake from here," he said. He licked his lips. "It smells like the best cake in the world."