Dark was the night; darker was the dessert. Spent cartridges littered the frosting. From the distant, a wolf moaned.

A piece was gone, yet no one knew how, or by whom. No crumbs. No knife.

Harold, let's get out of here! I'm frightened!

"Oh, don't be a fool," he snapped.

(Later note: I have no idea what I meant by this)