Chapter 6- Cleaning up
The cake sat on the crafting table, steam rising from it. Sjin licked his lips. He hadn't cooked for a long time yet he still had it. Sjin walked up to it and cut himself a slice.
The main cake was made of sponge. On top of it was white icing. Sinking into the icing were red rocks which were also made of icing. You're probably wondering where the icing came from. If you are, it's best not to ask.
Sjin sunk his teeth into the cake slice. His eyes lit up with the joy of eating something. He took another bite and another. The rest of the cake sat staring at him, tempting his now empty hands. He picked up the cake. He looked at its sweet texture.
"I don't want to be fat" He said and put it back on the counter.
He closed his eyes and licked his fingers to try and relive the experience. But when he opened his eyes he was faced with faded black hands where it had washed off in parts. Pain shot through his head when he remembered that electrifying experience.
He walked out the Farm Shop and across the testing field to where the fallen tree lay. Shattered pieces of mahogany were dotted around it. Sjin picked them up and put them in his backpack. He wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand.
He slung the backpack off his back and opened it. He rummaged through and pulled out a couple of grafters. Then he tossed it back onto his back. There were only a few leaves left but it was worth a try, he had to get a sapling before all the leaves decayed. Or all hope would be lost. (Well all the yellow meranti saplings from this unique tree.)
Sjin knelt down next to the fading leaves and stroked them gently with the grafter. One leaf decayed before he could graft, then the next. Sjin was desperate. He held the last leaf in his hand and stroked it with the grafter. It started to fade. Sjin stroked it again and again, determined to save it.