They fell into a cake.

What's more, the cake itself reenacted their Fall.

Their Fall, millions of generations in the making, became a sweet sensation, a wave, spreading across the surface of the cake, rippling the icing, the plate, rattling the forks and knives, the table, the window, the street; By three a.m., waves widened full-ahead across North America, a spreading series of rings, at the centre of which was a half-deflated cake, punctured by their Fall.

The Fall of the V8. The Fall of the Pinto. The Fall of the Pork Pie. The Fall of the Banana Split. The Fall of the Espresso. The Fall of the Hula-Hoop. The Fall of the Chocolate Pudding. The Fall of the Barbie. The Fall of the Beach Ball. The Fall of the Arch de Triumph. The Fall of the Great Wall...

For the people of France, the founders of sweet sweet icing—if not the very concept of cake —the widening waves rolling across the Atlantic were hailed as a triumphant return. "Their Fall," they said, "marks a return to fulsome and fecund communion, a world of glory and ease, creativity and unpasteurized cheese, ha ha, I know that's a cliche but cliches work fast and we don't have much time."