The oven door clicked shut. The cake tin slid inside. Vanilla swirled through the cozy kitchen. Wigglesby popped up on a chair and barked, “Now? Is it cake now?”
Wigglesby wiggled under the table. Then peeked through the oven window. Then paced past the mixing bowls with tap-tap-tap puppy paws. “Waiting is so slow,” sighed Wigglesby.
Wigglesby rushed to the oven and pressed one paw to the handle. POP! The kitchen timer jumped up with a sharp ding. Wigglesby boinged backward onto a floury towel. A tiny white cloud puffed up. Wigglesby froze very still and watched the timer.
So Wigglesby waited on the floor. Hummm, counted Wigglesby. One. Hummm. Two. At last, the timer rang for real. Out came the cake, golden and steaming. Warm sugar filled the kitchen. Wigglesby stood tall and proud, then took the first happy bite.
