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On the day of the fair, Angela and her friends arrived early to set up. Miss Darling showed them to one of the tables.
“We certainly won’t be short of cakes!” she laughed. “You should see how many Tiffany’s made.”
Angela set down her tins and marched over to inspect her rival’s work. Tiffany and Alice had arranged their cakes in four neat rows – pink, lavender, lemon and strawberry. Angela stared in disbelief.
“CUPCAKES?” she howled.
“Aren’t they just perfect?” smiled Tiffany.
“But we’re selling cupcakes!” cried Angela.
“No you’re not,” said Tiffany. “Cupcakes were my idea.”
“They were not! You copied us again!” howled Angela.
Miss Darling heard the argument and hurried over.
“How are we getting on, girls?” she asked.
Tiffany folded her arms. “Miss, tell Angela she can’t sell cupcakes,” she said.
“And tell Tiffany we thought of it first,” replied Angela.
Miss Darling was losing patience. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said. “Everyone likes cupcakes and they can choose whichever they want.”
“Obviously they’ll all want mine!” said Tiffany smugly.
“We’ll see about that,” said Angela.
“Anyway, people will be here soon,” said Miss Darling. “Let’s just get ready, shall we?”
Angela stomped back to her friends. Tiffany was unbelievable! She must have heard their idea and copied them on purpose. It was obvious she hadn’t baked or decorated the cakes herself, either. They were so neat and perfect they could only be Mrs Charmers’ work.
Chapter 4
Slowly the school hall filled up with visitors. Maisie had set out their cakes in three rows – candy pink, buttercup yellow and sludgy brown. People stopped to look but moved on quickly when they saw Angela’s cakes. Lots of them went to Tiffany’s stall instead. After half an hour, Angela had soldone cake to her dad, and Maisie and Laura had sold just three between them. Meanwhile, Tiffany’s stall had an enormous queue that never went down.
“It’s not fair!” grumbled Maisie. “Tiffany’s stealing all our customers!”
Tiffany looked over and waved a five-pound note. Right, you asked for it, this is war! thought Angela. She picked up their price tag and crossed out “30”.
“What are you doing?” asked Laura.
“Beating Tiffany,” said Angela. “Just watch.”
She climbed on to a chair and raised her voice above the noise.
“Special offer! Buy your cupcakes here: ONLY 20p!”
A girl stopped at their stall.
“Twenty?” she said. “Tiffany’s charging thirty.”
“I know – ours taste better, too,” said Angela. “How many do you want?”
The girl bought two of Maisie’s pink cupcakes. Soon their stall was doing a brisk trade. Tiffany ground her teeth. But two could play at that game. She sent Alice to find her a chair to stand on.
“Get your name on a cupcake!” she cried. “Only at Tiffany’s cake stall!”
Angela frowned. “What’s she doing now?”
“Writing people’s names in icing,” replied Laura.
“Huh, big deal! Who wants their name on a cupcake?” scoffed Angela.
“Looks like lots of people do,” replied Maisie.
Tiffany’s named cupcakes proved a winning idea. Meanwhile Angela’s stall had sold all their pink and yellow cupcakes, but that still left dozens of muddy brown cakes that no one wanted.
Laura sat down. “Face it,” she sighed. “Tiffany’s won.”
“Laura’s right,” agreed Maisie. “No one’s going to buy these. They look like blobby monsters!”
Angela stared at the rows of mud-coloured cakes. Actually they did look a bit like monsters. Her eyes lit up – maybe that was the answer!
“Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute!” she said.
Laura and Maisie looked at eachother. What was Angela up to now?
Soon she was back with a bag of Gummy Shapes from the sweet stall. Angela pushed a pair of pink teeth into one of the brown cupcakes. She added a gummy nose and two goggly eyes,
On the day of the fair, Angela and her friends arrived early to set up. Miss Darling showed them to one of the tables.
“We certainly won’t be short of cakes!” she laughed. “You should see how many Tiffany’s made.”
Angela set down her tins and marched over to inspect her rival’s work. Tiffany and Alice had arranged their cakes in four neat rows – pink, lavender, lemon and strawberry. Angela stared in disbelief.
“CUPCAKES?” she howled.
“Aren’t they just perfect?” smiled Tiffany.
“But we’re selling cupcakes!” cried Angela.
“No you’re not,” said Tiffany. “Cupcakes were my idea.”
“They were not! You copied us again!” howled Angela.
Miss Darling heard the argument and hurried over.
“How are we getting on, girls?” she asked.
Tiffany folded her arms. “Miss, tell Angela she can’t sell cupcakes,” she said.
“And tell Tiffany we thought of it first,” replied Angela.
Miss Darling was losing patience. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she said. “Everyone likes cupcakes and they can choose whichever they want.”
“Obviously they’ll all want mine!” said Tiffany smugly.
“We’ll see about that,” said Angela.
“Anyway, people will be here soon,” said Miss Darling. “Let’s just get ready, shall we?”
Angela stomped back to her friends. Tiffany was unbelievable! She must have heard their idea and copied them on purpose. It was obvious she hadn’t baked or decorated the cakes herself, either. They were so neat and perfect they could only be Mrs Charmers’ work.
Chapter 4
Slowly the school hall filled up with visitors. Maisie had set out their cakes in three rows – candy pink, buttercup yellow and sludgy brown. People stopped to look but moved on quickly when they saw Angela’s cakes. Lots of them went to Tiffany’s stall instead. After half an hour, Angela had soldone cake to her dad, and Maisie and Laura had sold just three between them. Meanwhile, Tiffany’s stall had an enormous queue that never went down.
“It’s not fair!” grumbled Maisie. “Tiffany’s stealing all our customers!”
Tiffany looked over and waved a five-pound note. Right, you asked for it, this is war! thought Angela. She picked up their price tag and crossed out “30”.
“What are you doing?” asked Laura.
“Beating Tiffany,” said Angela. “Just watch.”
She climbed on to a chair and raised her voice above the noise.
“Special offer! Buy your cupcakes here: ONLY 20p!”
A girl stopped at their stall.
“Twenty?” she said. “Tiffany’s charging thirty.”
“I know – ours taste better, too,” said Angela. “How many do you want?”
The girl bought two of Maisie’s pink cupcakes. Soon their stall was doing a brisk trade. Tiffany ground her teeth. But two could play at that game. She sent Alice to find her a chair to stand on.
“Get your name on a cupcake!” she cried. “Only at Tiffany’s cake stall!”
Angela frowned. “What’s she doing now?”
“Writing people’s names in icing,” replied Laura.
“Huh, big deal! Who wants their name on a cupcake?” scoffed Angela.
“Looks like lots of people do,” replied Maisie.
Tiffany’s named cupcakes proved a winning idea. Meanwhile Angela’s stall had sold all their pink and yellow cupcakes, but that still left dozens of muddy brown cakes that no one wanted.
Laura sat down. “Face it,” she sighed. “Tiffany’s won.”
“Laura’s right,” agreed Maisie. “No one’s going to buy these. They look like blobby monsters!”
Angela stared at the rows of mud-coloured cakes. Actually they did look a bit like monsters. Her eyes lit up – maybe that was the answer!
“Wait here, I’ll be back in a minute!” she said.
Laura and Maisie looked at eachother. What was Angela up to now?
Soon she was back with a bag of Gummy Shapes from the sweet stall. Angela pushed a pair of pink teeth into one of the brown cupcakes. She added a gummy nose and two goggly eyes,
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