John and Victoria were a young couple very much in love. They were perfect for each other. They both enjoyed the same type of music, they shared the same favourite flavour of ice cream, and before long, they were married and moved into a beautiful home in the country.
A year later came the birth of their first son, Elliot. He was a veritable bundle of joy, and it seemed like no time at all before he was engaged in all sorts of youthful activities in and around his parents' colourful countryside cottage. He was always playing bridge with his imaginary friends, fishing in the stream at the bottom of the garden, and base jumping from the telegraph pole down the lane.
Then, on his tenth birthday, his Mummy and Daddy threw a party for Elliot and all of his friends. Everyone was there, even his cousins from Little Torrington. After the clown and the contortionist had finished their sets, everybody was given a piece of birthday cake.
Not wanting to wait until everyone had gone, Elliot ate his piece there and then. It was the last piece of cake he'd ever eat, and tragically, he choked to death. At the autopsy, the coroner found a small bone lodged in Elliot's throat. It turned out that the cake had been made from real fairies, and the baking company had failed to de-bone them properly first.
Mr Kipling's reputation for making exceedingly good cakes would never make a full recovery.