Mary had just returned from the store with all of the ingredients to make her famous carrot cake. When Janet had asked her to make one for the PTA bake sale she said she would be happy to do it. That happiness turned to annoyance when she found out it had to be finished by the next day. She began combining the dry ingredients when the phone rang. Mary looked at the caller id and saw it was Janet. At first she didn't want to answer. "Is she going to ask me to make something else in addition to the carrot cake?" she thought. Finally she answered the phone. "Mary, could you please, please, please make two cakes instead of one?" Janet implored. "Two people backed out at the last minute and everyone knows we can sell as many cakes as you can make." "Can the snowjob," Mary said to herself. To Janet she said "Sure, I've got enough ingredients so let me get started." As she hung up the phone and went back to her mixing bowl, she realized she had no idea what ingredients she had added to the bowl. Everything was white. She knew she added the flour and she could see sugar crystals, but what about baking soda and baking powder. She could make this recipe in her sleep, but she had no idea what was, or wasn't in the mix. She decided to scrap the whole thing and start over again. This time, she pre-measured everything to make sure this wouldn't happen again. Finally, the cakes were in the oven. As she got ready to make the icing, she could hear her daughter Catherine playing with her friend Courtney. Suddenly there was a loud wail and Mary ran to find what was going on. "Courtney hit me!" "Catherine hit me first!" "If you girls can't play together, I'm afraid, Courtney, you're going to have to go home." "No, we'll be good, please don't make her go home." Mary retreated to the general calm of the kitchen and began preparing the icing. After finishing it she noticed something odd. There was no smell of cinnamon in the air. She went to the stove and looked through the window. The batter still lay lifeless in the pans. "Oh no, the oven is dead! Oh wait," she said as she looked at the oven dial set on "off", "it's not my oven that's dead, it's my brain."
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another success: good scene where a character's mind and body are engaged!!
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