2. Cake Chaos!

Kirsty and Rachel caught the balloon and took it back to the little boy, who was standing outside one of the tents. When he saw it, the boy's face lit up. "My balloon!" He beamed. "Thank you." "You're welcome," Kirsty replied. Just then, she heard a familiar voice. "Hello, Kirsty," called a plump, jolly-looking lady, as she hurried over to join the girls. "Hi, Gran," Kirsty said. She turned to Rachel. "This is my dad's mom, Grandma Tate," she explained. "Hello, Mrs. Tate," said Rachel. She glanced at the huge cake tin that Kirsty's gran held in her hands. "Is that the cake you're entering in

the competition?" Kirsty's gran nodded. "It's a chocolate fudge cake," she said. "That grumpy Mrs. Adelstrop always wins the competition. But I think I have a chance this year." "Who's Mrs. Adelstrop?" Rachel asked.

Just then, another woman with a cake tin pushed by. "Out of my way!" she demanded. "This wind is terrible!" With that, she disappeared inside a nearby tent. "I'll bet you've guessed who that was," whispered Kirsty's gran. "Mrs. Adelstrop!" the girls replied. "You got it right on the first try," said Gran with a laugh. "Well, I have to go get ready now. See you girls soon!" And she followed Mrs. Adelstrop into the tent. "Good luck," called Rachel. "Should we go inside, too?" Kirsty asked. "The goblin with the Breeze Feather must be close by. He might even be hiding inside the tent." Rachel nodded and the girls wandered into the tent. A tall, thin man with a notepad stood behind a table full of delicious-looking cakes. Mrs. Adelstrop smiled confidently and placed an enormous lemon cake on the table.

"That looks pretty good," Kirsty whispered, noticing the sugared lemon slices on top. But then Kirsty's gran took out her chocolate fudge cake. Layers of chocolate sponge and buttercream filling were topped with icing and chocolate leaves. Mrs. Adelstrop's smile faded when she saw it. "Wow! That's Gran's best cake ever!" Kirsty exclaimed happily. "It looks delicious," Rachel agreed. But as Mrs. Tate stepped forward to place her cake on the table, a huge gust of wind blew in through the entrance of the tent. A colored rope covered with flags snaked into the tent and wrapped itself around her legs. Mrs. Tate stumbled, and the cake flew out of her hands. It sailed

through the air and landed— splat— right in the judge's face! Kirsty's gran looked horrified. "Oh, how awful! Look at that poor judge," she whispered to the girls. "And there go my chances of winning the Cake Competition this year!" she added sadly. "What an awful accident," said Mrs. Adelstrop loudly. Kirsty could tell she was trying not to look happy. The judge stood there, covered in chocolate icing, as everyone rushed to help him clean up. The sound of the howling wind surrounded the tent, and the canvas flapped loudly. "The wind's getting worse," whispered Rachel. "Let's see if the goblin is hiding under the table." Kirsty lifted a corner of the tablecloth and peeked underneath, but there was no sign of a goblin.

Rachel glanced around the tent, looking for other possible goblin hiding places. Her eyes fell on a pretty fairy decoration, perched on top of a cake. Suddenly, she gasped. The tiny fairy was waving at her!