“What happened?” Eleanor’s voice was hushed with horror as she picked her way through the lifeless corpses.
“Seriously?” Isabel looked at her sister. “Is that all you can ask? The BIRTHDAY CAKE IS IN THE BIN!”
Charlie looked at the piles of dead insects on the table. “Oh, that’s what Granddad did for his birthday this morning. He became Ant-killa the Hun, but he forgot to move the cake out of the way. Mum’s gone to get another one.”