I own a cake since a really long time ago, but I didn’t know cake was comestible then. One day my neighbor beat me and possessed my house and hence the cake was possessed by him. After struggling hard with a group of friends, I beat my neighbor with my friends and get my house back, but my friend possessed the cake. Since it was my friend, I didn’t ask for the return of the cake. There is no eternal friend or enemy. My friend seemed to make friends with my neighbor and gave the cake to him. From that time on, my neighbor kept the cake, I had family affairs to handle with then and was too busy to pay attention to the cake, after all, the cake was still the cake regardless of the keeper. Now all of a sudden, both of us found the cake was comestible and my neighbor announced he was going to eat it. That was too much for me. If he took a spoon, I would take a fork for sure. No matter how, I wasn’t going to let him eat the cake easily. If we fight for the cake and cost a lot of money, or even at the price of our house, I wasn’t going to be afraid, but both of us knew clearly fighting wasn’t good. Penny wise and pound foolish is really stupid. Now he said it was his and I said it was mine. Anyhow, the days of beating me and making me pay for the beating was gone. The cake was a small case, but represented my dignity. Wait and see. In a word, I wasn’t going to let him eat it. If he licked the cake, I would spit to make him sick. That’s the story of a cake.