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Edward Plays Pat a Cake
One sunny day, in Resembool, Edward was outside walking. And then he saw his dearest brother Alphonse.
"Hey Al, 'sup?" asked Ed.
"Hello brother." Said Al. "I learned a game from the children in the town. It's called Pat A Cake."
"Really, how do u play?" asked Ed.
"Well, first sit down," instructed Al, as he sat down.
"Okay." Said Ed as he followed his sibling's instructions.
"Next we clap hands and you have to mimic them." Said Al as he showed Edward a sequence of claps. "And well we are clapping, we chant a little rhyme."
"Can you tell me what it is?" asked Ed.
"Of course." Said Al, preparing to recite the rhyme.
"Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Roll it and pat it and mark it with "E"
And put it in the oven for Eddy and me." Recited Alphonse. "So are you ready?"
"Yeah!" shouted Ed. And closed his eyes to focus.
The two began clapping their hands.
"Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Roll it and pat it and mark it with "E"
And put it in the oven for Eddy and me."
And when they finished, Edward opened his eyes to see his brother in the shape of a metal duck. "NO! Brother do not leave me!" cried Ed.
"Quack!" quacked Al-duck.
"Hehe…quack." Said Ed. And from that day on. Edward was afriad of cakes.