Soon as I got home, I slipped the western bead belt out of the tissue paper. Just for fun I tried it on.
A perfect fit.
I decided to keep the belt and bake Yoshi a bucketcake instead.
A bucketcake is just like a cupcake only much bigger. I mixed up all kinds of good things and shoved the bucket into the oven.
Then I lay down in a sunbeam to make Yoshi a birthday card.
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The party music from downstairs woke me up. Oh no! What time was it?
I raced to the oven. But the door was already open, and the bucketcake was escaping.
The bucketcake was so big that I had to scoot it out to the middle of the floor to decorate it.
Downstairs the birthday party was in full swing. It was time to dash down with the bucketcake. But it wouldn’t fit through the door!
I pushed the bucketcake across the room and set it on the windowsill. I tied one end of my jump rope to the bucket handle and held the other end as tight as I could.
I gave the emergency whistle. “Happy birthday, Yoshi! Open your window and look up! Your cake is arriving by airmail!”
I edged the cake off the sill.
Everyone clapped and shouted as I lowered the bucketcake into Yoshi’s arms.