He's sad that you found out about his delicious fruity center. Don't worry, I won't tell!
Recently I decided that I'm going to model myself after one of those crazy, artsy, metropolitan wackos who only wears one color every day forever. I've chosen yellow and I figure that in two or three years I can weed out all the clothes that aren't yellow, black, white, grey or bluejeans (because really, who are we kidding here? Jeans are important.) and be a bonafide eccentric.
Everything yellow I see speaks to me. This cake gives me lovely flutters!
The man's big yellow hat has gotten a little out of control these days. That hat is massive! Or is George now a little pygmy monkey? Either way, I understand what's going on so much better now that it's clear that the hat is stuffed with cake.
Wouldn't this springtimey cake make a lovely hat for a garden party? I went to a wedding performance art thing once where there was a girl dressed as a wedding cake with real cake on her hat. She wandered through the party and bent down so people could take bites. I'm pretty sure anyone with an edible hat would be the life of the party.