The other day, I baked a cake. After I frosted it, I left it on the counter. It was covered, on a cake dish.
The next morning, the cake had mysteriously disappeared. Usually my husband is the culprit. I asked him about, but he didn't have a clue as to where it went. The odd thing was that the entire cake dish had vanished, and there weren't any tell-tale forks and plates in the sink.
I figured it would eventually show up.
It did. Sort of. The cake plate returned to the counter, with only some cake crumbs and chocolate frosting on it.
"Kids!" I said. "What happened to this cake?"
They came downstairs and grinned. "Midnight snack!"