War

Battle cries pierce the air as both sides converge. Soon many have fallen, shouting can be heard as the weak are trampled on. No one wants to intervene as the scene is more vicious with each passing second.

I am among the onlookers. We stay at a distance, watching and waiting for a victory.

It is over. The survivors walk away, and we aid where we can until the injured are taken care of.

Everything is calm until another yell is heard throughout the room.

"THE CAKE IS HERE!"

Now I remember why my wife goes to the birthday parties.