the little tale of the mystery cake

Once upon a time in a sunny spot of southern France, on the edge of a small oak forest, lived a little but strong community of friends. On a sunny & breezy day, in the heart of winter, they had all gathered near the little stream & the toadstool house.

Something unusual was standing there : a special, wooden, birthday cake ! But who was it for ?!

The cake was standing on a little wooden table, with a pretty floral tablecloth, and the candle was already burning ! The gentle Winter Breeze, who knew who the cake was for, whispered that the cake was for someone beautiful ... soft ... sweet ... cheerful ... and kind. Hearing this whisper, the little friends gathered a little closer around the table & wondered a little bit more. Suddenly, they started to speak.

"I am beautiful", said The Treasured Friend, "the cake must be for me !"

"I am sweet", said The Twig Friend, "the cake must be for me !"

"We are soft", said the mossy stones, "that cake must be for us"
"I am cheerful", said The Happy Nut, "I am sure this cake is for me !"

"I am kind", said The Pinecone Critter, "I bet this is for me, friends !"

The Gentle Winter Breeze whispered softly that the cake was for none of them. The friends were really puzzled and asked : "well, then please would you tell us who this delicious cake is for ?!"

"This cake was brought today for celebrating the birth of your Creator, little friends !", whispered The Gentle Winter Breeze, "let's celebrate the life of the one who help most of you to come to life ! Let's celebrate Nanou !!"

"Aaaaaaaaah YES !" said all the friends in one voice, "we're going to make of this day a memorable day for her !! Let's throw her a party that she won't forget !"

On those words, they left in different directions & began to prepare the party ...