My 4th birthday a superb day until the brownie came along. My mum said that I mustn’t have liked it as I was ill the following day. Then why was I facing the devil again! Here I am, 6 years later and it’s glaring at me not showing any signs of looking away. I was just like a timid deer being tracked by the huntsman! “Eat it!” my mum yelled at me “It’s just a brownie, they’re surprisingly tasty.” I held it to my lips and gobbled it up! I started to feel slightly queasy and then… I’m ill again!