"That's right," Bobby said, clapping his hands together. He held a small picnic basket up to illustrate the point. "There's a cake here, just for you."
He pulled out a little plate, and a fork, and cut Oliver a piece of white chocolate cake, with strawberries on top. "The finest food, for such a hard worker."
Oliver accepted the plate, and reached for the fork. He cut himself off a small mouthful with it, and raised it to his lips, before freezing, and hurtling the entire thing to the floor, plate and all.
His vision blurred, the forest disappeared for just a second, and came a world of red. A small throbbing red mass lay where the cake had once been. Then, the forest flashed back to life, and the Gnomes looked hurt.
"What did you do that for!?" Bobby cried, racing to pick up the pieces of plate, with tears in his eyes. "D'ya how important that plate is? It's hundreds of years old!"
