One cool autumn evening, Maharaja was making His way home from the market. The wind rustled the leaves in the trees, causing some of them to come loose and flutter down to the path below. Maha watched as He walked, marveling at nature's beautiful display of color. Today had been such a nice day. He'd found everything He needed at the market, and a few other nice surprises as well.
As He made His way deeper Into the forest and closer to home, Maha was shaken from His reverie by a loud, pained mewling noise. He frowned, listening. The sound was coming from nearby. He strayed off the path and made His way through the undergrowth toward the noise.
Finally He found what was making the noise. It was a Cakepop. A Royal Cakepop, in fact. The poor thing had gotten stuck in a nasty patch of brambles and was desperately scrambling, trying to get out.
Maha set down His basket and approached the Cakepop slowly.
"Shh, it's alright. Let me help you."
But the Cakepop was too scared. The
