Her cake!
Mrs. Banta woke her husband Banta, in the middle of the night.
`There`s a burglar downstairs eating the cake that I made this morning.
`Who shall I call,` Banta said, `Police or ambulance?`
Mrs. Banta woke her husband Banta, in the middle of the night.
`There`s a burglar downstairs eating the cake that I made this morning.
`Who shall I call,` Banta said, `Police or ambulance?`