There once was a boy named Arthur who did not love anyone. He was a just a boy who seemed to have no heart. Not even a warm embrace from his mother could make Arthur feel love for her. He did not want to love, and made no effort to try.
Although Arthur didn't love anyone, he did love to bake cakes. Not only did he love it, but he was also very good at it. Arthur would bake cakes for his mom and dad, and his friends, and even the bullies at school. He would bake cakes for his teacher, his bus driver, his babysitter, and even the homeless people on the street.
He didn't love them, but everyone thought that Arthur loved them because he was always making them such delicious cakes.
One day Arthur's grandmother told him to enter one of his cakes into a cake-building competition. He became very excited because he knew that he could win. His cakes were that delicious. There was a problem however . . . there was a 100 dollar entry fee. No little boy has 100 dollars. Arthur thought for awhile, and finally said to himself, "I know what I will do…"
Arthur's grandma was a dear old woman, who loved everyone and was very kind to them. It turns out that she was actually pretty darn rich as well. Arthur knew this.
One day, Arthur "accidentally" dumped poison into a cake that he built for his grandma.
"Grandma," Arthur said with an evil smile on his face, "I built you a delicious cake!"
Arthur's grandma replied, "Thank you, my dear beloved Arthur, your cakes always bring joy into my old heart."
She reached out her old wrinkled hand and cut out a small sliver of cake for herself. Arthur watched in anticipation as she placed it on a small plate and fished a fork out of the drawer. Sweat began to form on the brow of the young boy, who's lack-of-love was rivaled only by the most twisted, tortured old souls of this world.
Grandma took a bite and chewed slowly.
"Mmm..." she said, "a triumph as always, my beautiful child."
This kind word to a heartless boy was the last that Arthur's grandma would ever speak. Gasping, she sat herself down in her chair and gently drifted off to a nap that she would never wake from.
***
Two weeks later, the boy-who-did-not-love sat between his weeping parents. They were in their grandma's lawyer's office, getting ready to read their dear old lady's last wishes.
"To my only daughter, and son-in-law:" The lawyer read, "I leave you with half of my entire life savings."
Arthur's parents gasped in shock. Arthur wasn't sure how much his grandma had saved during her life, but figured it had to be a lot since she was very old.
"And to my darling grandson," The lawyer began, "I leave…" The lawyer paused for a moment, and a confused look swept across his otherwise expressionless face.
Arthur was growing impatient. He already knew what the lawyer was going to say, since he and his parent's were the only people that his grandma knew, then the other half of her savings must have been left to him. "I wonder how famous my baking skills will be after I win the cake building competition?" He thought to himself, growing increasingly annoyed at the lawyer's hesitance.
"ahem…," the lawyer continued, "And to my darling grandson, I leave all of my love. Anyone can build a cake, my child, but only the most special bakers can do it with love."
By: Marianne and Jimmy
