Mr. Barley stirred the mixture slowly, until was thoroughly mixed and even, creating me.
Twenty Minutes Later...
He poured me into a pan, placed me into the 400 degree oven, and shut the door.
When I first entered the scalding hot chamber, it felt so nice and toasty, I didn't think I'd ever want to leave. However that was about to change.
Almost 20 minutes later, I had changed my mind; the heat had crawled up the pan, making it as hot as the rest of the oven. The ingredients like the baking soda and the eggs had changed my texture. I was now a cake.
Beep, beep, beep!
Mr. Bartley came over with his oven mitts and a few toothpicks and opened up the door. He punctured me with them in at least four places. Then he pulled me and the pan out.
Mr. Bartley placed me on the front shelf, where I could see everyone, and everyone could see me.