“I warn you Bambi. Not that one.” Beezus said, glaring at her sister.

“Why Beezus? It’s not yours.” Her sister said in reply. “It doesn’t have your name on it.”

“I don’t care. Just don’t touch it.”

“But I also love Pumpkin Muffin!” Bambi insisted.

“I said no.” But Bambi was fast and the little girl had grabbed the muffin even before Beezus could do anything.

“Bambi, no!” Too late. Bambi already ate the muffin and after a minute, a pair of antlers grew on her head.

Beezus sighed, “See? I warned you. That was supposed to be for Dylan.”