Death of Cake

"This (story) was born as I was hungry."   It has nothing to do with Portugal in 1939, and it may or may not make you believe in God.
    She was not named after a swimming pool.  But she had been a very good student indeed, and one day she found herself leaving her comfortable surroundings in further search of sustenance.  She had refined her religious associations over the span of her lifetime, and had settled, to the degree that anyone ever really does, on the path to salvation that suited her present needs, and resolved her quest for now, to the degree that such issues are ever resolved.  So she was, overall, content, but that did not preclude her  venturing out from time to time, in search of what she perceived she needed.
    The vessel that contained her mortal coil this day was constructed in Japan, and had been under her control for several years.  Though the weather was serene and calm, a sudden and unexplainable calamity arose somewhere in the mechanics of the formerly reliable transport, and she was flung out of its protective casing onto the vast sea of the tarmac.  That which had formerly obeyed her orders and was a means of shelter for her had rebelled, ceasing  to be as it was before.  Moreover, it had trapped her, its vast bulk descending on her vulnerable leg, rendering her a prisoner, unable to move.  She could hear life going on around her, but none of it was a source of aid to her.  Somehow throughout what seemed like eons  of struggle and suffering, the elements allowed her to survive. Chalk it up to her strong will to live.
   Help finally arrived, inexplicably, in the form of two strong young men, who were able to extricate her from what could have been certain death.  What they were doing in that location, at the precise time of her need, only God knows.  They brought her to a place of comfort, where after her basic needs were attended to, she was interviewed as to the source of the devastating accident. She explained, as best she could, but the chief interviewer refused to believe that she was not the one responsible for her being cast out of her vessel, in this case an automobile.  After consult with her family, the decision was made, with her implicit compliance, that she should further divest herself of any acquisitions or appurtenances that may interfere with her eternal relationship with the godhead.  Stripping the nonessentials from life bares an inner strength that brings with it inner peace, explainable only by the metaphysical. 
    If you cannot accept that explanation, you may prefer to know that she was growing old, had a traffic accident, and was advised to surrender her driver's license, and pare down her lifestyle, so as not to cause any more trouble for anyone. 
     Choose the allegorical: choose the mundane reality.  The Lady or the Tiger?  It really doesn't matter; it's fiction.