"Wow! Your birthday cake is beautiful," said Bob.
"It has so many layers!
Who made it?"
"Well," I said.
"A farmer grew the wheat.
A miller changed the wheat into flour.
A chicken laid the eggs.
And a cow gave the milk.
So they helped make my cake.
A truck driver delivered the flour, eggs, and milk.
A clerk sold them to my mother.
My mother brought them home.
So they helped too.
My grandmother put everything into a bowl.
She mixed the flour, eggs, and milk.
Then she poured it into a baking pan.
My sister put the pan into the oven.
After thirty minutes she took it out.
So they also helped.
Then I put the icing on the cake.
So I helped too.
We all helped make it.
"Wow!" said Bob.
"Many people helped make your cake.
But it's not finished yet!"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It looks finished to me."
"It doesn't have candles!" said Bob.
"I'll put some on.
I helped too!
Happy Birthday!"