Chapter 3
The cake was good. Mackenzie Hawthorne thought as he ate it. It was very big and Mummy had said it wasn't to be eaten until later but it was just sitting their beckoning to him. He was already half way through it, and neither of parents were home yet. What did it matter? He'd just get the cook to make another one later. Mummy would forgive him. "Little scally-wagger." Mackenzie almost jumped from his seat, fork in hand. He let go of it and jumped away.
"Wasn't me!" He exclaimed wiping away the evidence on his face. Mummy laughed and ruffled his hair. "'Course it wasn't." She picked him up and tossed him over her shoulder. "Little cake eating scally-wagger's aren't welcome here. I'll have to take you far away." She walked into the kitchen, pausing only to request another cake to be made and the other one to be evened out and put it in the fridge. "Mummy!" He yelled, twisting in her iron grip.
"No, no. Bad boy's aren't allowed to call me mummy." Mummy said. "Now where should we put you? How about…the bin? No one will find you there!"
"No! No! No! Mummy! Mummy! Daddy! Daddy! Help me! Mummy is-" Suddenly Mummy dropped him to the floor, and cupped his mouth. "Zee-zee, calling reinforcements is against the rules. Here comes the tickle-monster." She held him down his her hand and tickled him in all his ticklish spots. "Mummy! Stop please!" He gasped between fits of laugher, his face was hurting from trying to suppress it.
"Will we eat the cake next time?"
"Yep!" More tickling. "No! No! No eating! I promise!" Then she stopped and picked him up.
"Now you look all dishevelled. You're going to have to get changed. Come on," He followed her up the stairs.
"Mummy? Mummy, who's coming? Why are we in dis-tick tillve?" Mummy smiled and said. "Your cousins of course, they're coming over, some of them are victors from the Hunger Games, so be very respectful, ok?"
"Ok, Mummy, I will."