the black and grey kitchen while real and fake spider webs hung above their heads, discussing how brilliant the cakes were between mouthfuls.
A little bit later, Ellieâs mum Claire, (who wasnât NEARLY as bossy as Cranky Hazel thought she was), came round to see how everything was going and to say that dinner was nearly ready. Ellie asked her mum to take a photo of Cranky Hazelâs cake with her phone, which she did, saying sheâd print the photo out when she had time so that Ellie always had a picture of the AMAZING âWelcome Homeâ cake her best friend had made specially for her.
Cranky Hazel got into her long, thin bed and pulled up her black and grey stripy duvet VERY HAPPILY that night, pleased that her best friend Ellie was back next door, and EXTREMELY pleased that sheâd made her such an AMAZINâ welcome home cake. She was looking forwards to the fun theyâd have the next day when Ellie came home from school, because after all, having fun was what Cranky Hazel and Ellie did best. Brainbox curled up on top of Cranky Hazelâs feet and within minutes the pair of them were fast asleep, both dreaming of baking cakes...THE HUMAN WAY!