The setting sun broke the cloudy sky into various hues of pink and red as the mobile cut a path through the snow. The chomp needed to find a place to camp before it got too dark. There were things that prowled in the night that were best avoided.

But he found it hard to focus on his gingerbread navigation device - his vision kept blurring. The world seemed to be swaying around him, and it was a struggle to stay his course. The mobile made wild zigzags in the snow. What was happening to him?

He looked at a red tinged cloud in the sky, and for a moment, the shape suddenly reminded him of his mother. A wave of nostalgia and nausea overtook him. He brought his attention back to the path ahead an instant too late - a big chocolate tree dripping cream from its barren branches seemed to be growing larger and larger, and the mobile was going to crash into it head on if he didn't do something fast.

He braked and swerved hard. This avoided the collision with the tree but it sent the mobile toppling over its side. The chomp was flung from his seat, and landed in the snow with a soft squelch.

He lay there for a few seconds, gathering his strength, and then rose to assess the damage. But it was too dark to see anything now, except the dim outlines of barren trees around him.

He was stranded in some forest, alone in the dark. This thought was enough to sober him up, which made him realize he had been drunk. Of course - how could he have forgotten? The fruits and nuts in some plum cakes were often soaked in wine or rum.

Never drink and drive...