When Raffles lifted his head to look at me, he seemed embarrassed. His ears were red and his eyes flickered around. He was annoyed and angry.

“Raffles,” I called. He kept blinking nervously, his long eyelashes constantly quivering.

We moved away, and Raffles was immediately stunned on the spot as he gazed blankly upon what we’d revealed.

A ray of clear morning light shone through the small window by the side. It happened to light on the chocolate birthday cake. The surface of the cake was glistening.

Harry and I walked towards Raffles and grabbed him by the arms to pull him to the cake, while he stared at the cake blankly.

“Finally, we can eat it!” Sis Cannon...