A short story
The neighbor's cake cooling off on the window-sill screamed at her, "Eat me!" She tried to turn her face away, closing her eyes with all her willpower, but the aroma of freshly baked vanilla walnut cake assailed her senses.
She couldn't help herself as she sneaked up on tiptoes, hoping no one saw her. Indeed, the coast was clear. Oh joy, oh glee! She was besides herself as the adrenaline pumped through her. She lunged for the cake, closing her eyes again, all the while anticipating the sugar rush after the first bite of that home-baked piece of heaven.
It was the window shutter which slammed on her greedy fingers, as her neighbor just took away the cake from the window-sill and closed the window without batting an eyelid.
And she remembered what her mother used to say, "Do not covet your neighbor's belongings..."