My father came home from work to find smoke coming out of the kitchen window. Footsteps clapped violently against the gravel, the pace quickening by a second.
“Tumo! Tumo! Bring the extinguisher in the garage now.” He shouted as he launched himself into the kitchen. Horror written on his face.
“Uhm! Hey Dad, why are you screaming?”
“I thought my house was burning down nana.”
“Relax Dad, it was just sponge cake showing me flames, well in this case charcoal.”
“But why was there so much smoke?”
“I had a bad day and I thought baking would cheer me up, I lost focus for a second and it got burnt.”
“How about a cup of coffee with muffins, you can tell me all about it, but refrain from burning my house down please!”