Alice was sleeping, dreaming of ponies and horses. She
had wanted a pony for ages, grey and white called Mojo or Lucky. Thinking of
galloping along a bridle way, when something new popped into her head, it was
blurred, so blurred only a brown twig
could be made out.
Soon she could see some white snow, with the twig on top, next some balls of
fluff or feathers appeared just sitting on the snow. A red building was now in
sight snow, twig and fluff balls all on top, painters now appeared seeming to be
painting the fluff balls. Alice realised. It was a cupcake.
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