Once upon a time there was a pancake named Wilbur. Wilbur was a very thin pancake whom loved to be sprinkled with strawberries and chocolate chips every morning at exactly 5:45 AM. At this time every morning he would awake with great care, being cautious of not breaking any of his fragile limbs. Wilbur would then strut off to the shower where he would then proceed to take a 25 minute shower, after which he would smother himself in his vanilla scented body butter. Wilbur then flitted down his pink carpeted stairs which led to his kitchen. Then Wilbur would make his breakfast, the usual, coffee and biscuits. Wilbur ate his breakfast gingerly and then trotted off to work. Wilbur worked as a pancake flipper in Smithy’s Snappy Flappy Pancake Tiki. Wilbur enjoyed his job as a professional pancake flipper very much; he was even the best in his profession. Wilbur flipped pancakes so fast that they would fly into the air like lightening, leaving nothing but a cloud of smoke and the scent of freshly flipped pancakes behind. After a long hard day at the pancake tiki Wilbur would then get into his peach-mobile and drive home. When Wilbur finally got home, he would make himself a big bowl of popcorn with extra butter. Wilbur watched his favourite television program, The Suite Life of a Pancake; he watched this every night and would never miss a single episode. After this Wilbur would find himself very sleepy and he would toddle off to bed. But, not before a quick bubble bath of course. “Scrub a dub dub, a Wilbur in the tub”, Wilbur would sing as he filled the tub with his favourite bubble bath, maple syrup scented. After Wilbur had taken his bath he would then crawl into his bed and fall asleep. Goodnight Wilbur.