The magic cafeteria was so magic that you only needed to switch on the stove and the kettle magically boiled. As soon as the whistle blew, the oven heated and the cakes cooked. All the cakes were absolutely free and soon the cakes became bigger and bigger ... There were ice buns and flans and strawberry tarts .. gateaux and puffs the size of dustbins. Bread rolls rolled and thick or thin, the bread kept on growing and growing. The magic cafeteria not only had tables and chairs ... but it had snowballs and chocolate eclairs. There were so many plates, both big cakes and small, that cakes spilled everywhere ... on top of it all. The magic cafeteria had a door that blew wide ... and there were sweet cakes all mounted up inside. The magic cafeteria was a big, sticky bun ... and inside were cakes, one hundred and one. The cakes were so sweet and covered in cherries, that the cakes toppled over, as if they'd drunk sherries. The magic cafeteria was cosy inside ... and there were so many places that cakes could well hide. Some on the floor, and others in the bin ... inside the magic cafeteria there was always a din. The cakes inside started as dough and ended up as the most enormous cakes on show. The magic cafeteria was so magic that everything else soon became big, too. The tables grew tremendously, the chairs were soon the size of skyscrapers ... tablecloths looked like parachutes ... and cups were the size of buckets. But, luckily, the magic cafeteria was so magic that they didn't need washing, nor the pots need drying. Everything inside super - duper. Magic.
© Jacqueline Richards 2005
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