“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.”
‘I want to help,’ says Dusty, as he drops two eggs into the bowl. The third one cracks in his hand. ‘Oh boy, what a mess,’ says Grandpa. ‘There will be eggshells in the pancakes. ‘ll have to take them out’.