"This sugar cake goes with you to the office so all the boys can see it; and don't try to weasel out of it."

The pink sugar cake sat on the table in front of him, untouched.

When he had finished, I thought he would finally eat the sugar cake.

He went back to his contemplation of the sugar cake.

Lit up at night, it looked like a gigantic sugar cake.

Because I didn't forget about the pink sugar cake.

Then he picked up the pink sugar cake and turned it over, looking at it from every angle.

I explained it several ways, and then had him put both the sugar cake and the feather on the shelf.

The remains of a squashed sugar cake were scattered on the floor.

I make sugar cakes and give them to the neighbors.