“It all happened on Findus’ birthday. Findus had three birthdays a year, because it was more fun that way. And every birthday, Pettson made him a pile of pancakes.”
″‘Have you bitten a hole in my tyre, Findus?’
‘I certainly do not bite holes in tyres,’ said Findus indignantly.
‘Must have been me, then,’ muttered Pettson, pulling his ear.”