"A month ago this chomp asked me to marry him," she said, pointing to another frail looking chomp sporting a moustache who had emerged from the shadows to stand by her side.

"I decided he was the chomp of my life, and so I said yes."

The mustachioed chomp took up the flow of the story.

"So we decided to host a big fat chomp wedding. We had all the preparations in place - a giant banquet hall for all the chomps to chomp to their heart's content, a menu featuring delicacies from around the world, a live performance by the famous singer songwriter Jiggles Bubbie, and most importantly of all, the greatest wedding cake that a chomp could dream of."

"It used up nearly all the resources the village had. Every last dessert was broken down into raw materials for the cake", said the she-chomp.

"But it was decided this was fine since all the chomps would get an equal share of the cake on the wedding day."

"It took days to finish, and every chomp in the village was involved in its construction", said the groom-to-be.

"When it was done, it was a sight to behold. Several hundreds of metres high, it was as tall as some of the multi-story buildings in the big cities. Each layer stood at least ten metres tall, and there were ten such layers, culminating in a chocolate replica of me and my fiance on the summit."

"It was the pride and joy of the village."

A nostalgic sigh spread through the crowd of chomps who had been howling like hungry animals minutes before.

"So what brought you all to this sorry state then?" The protagonist chomp asked.

The expression on the she-chomp's face was ominous and grim.

"The wedding cake came alive."