The chefs stood agog
as they stared dumbfounded
as the completed christmas cake
seemed not as complete
No windows broken
No locks out of place
No Sign of a thief
Not even a trace
A perfect slice
chunked out of the base
and no sign of the man (or mouse)
who had walked away with it
So, whilst the chefs cookup flour,
fruit, eggs, sugar and yeast
a furry tailed family
are having a feast
The Inkwell 
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