Once Wilson had woken and staggered out of his bed into the kitchen, he found everyone gathered and waiting to sing Happy Birthday to him.
Uncle Zoltan had baked a beautiful birthday cake, but he was a bit put out by our tardiness.
'It's probably quite stale by now!' he remarked, testily; 'I baked it in time for your birthday, but that was over two weeks ago! You're lucky we didn't eat it without you! It's really not good enough.' Then as an afterthought, he added, 'Oh, Happy Birthday.'
The cake proved to be delicious, in spite of it's age — Wilson told Uncle Z that it had probably matured by being kept — and once everyone had eaten their fill of it, W handed out souvenir sticks of Great Yarmouth Rock.
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