I was legendary for being the world's best baker, but someone else took my place. Once I was at the store where a paparazzi was following me. I ran to my bakery. That was not a good idea because they followed me right there. There were so many bright cameras, I flinched a lot. I hid under a counter. I muttered to myself, "Can they leave me alone?" I glared at them. Someone took a step back and fell into my thirty foot bowl of cake batter. I was snickering. In fact, everyone was. It was a fluke. No one expected this to happen. Then I remembered I had to make my dad a birthday cake. Everyone left because they got bored watching me make cake batter. When it was done, I was stunned on how it looked. When I brought it to the party, my dad gaped when he saw it. He even said it tasted great! It was a day I will never forget. It was a good day and a good party.
I am the world's best baker. One day I was strolling to the store, and clusters of people were following me. There was a fight between seven people. They got closer to me. I surrendered the fight. I walked in the store, and I saw a sparkling cake pan in a particular, neat shape. It was almost had a crayon shape which was perfect because my little cousin loved art . In fact, I had to make him a rainbow birthday cake. So I bought it. When I got to my bakery, I made the cake. When I put it in the oven, I set my timer. I listened to the cake sizzle.