For quite some time, Georgie had been trapped underneath a layer of quite thick moss and was trying to wriggle away. She supposed the blanket of moss ended up there as a cover, as she slept in the tree hollow, probably to keep herself warm in the night. As she struggled with the messy and goopy sheet, she noticed tiny flowers growing all over it, in an almost star-like pattern.

A cake. Georgie was looking for a cake, which is why she was struggling to escape. She needed that cake badly. Was she hungry? She was a little hungry. But not particularly hungry for a cake. Why did she need a cake so badly?

But before Georgie could remember, a loud THUD woke her from her silly dream.