by Christa Koinig
Total chaos has broken out here. Grandma is easily grumped at, Aunt Agathe is offended. Everything would have started nicely. Agathe had come to help prepare for Grandma’s birthday party. Grandma couldn’t help but bake the cake herself. The cutting of the cake was solemn, but everyone grimaced at the first bite. I didn’t know how so much salt could fit in a cake.
Way too much salt
Kasperl wasn’t in a good mood anyway because he got a bad grade in school. He should have prepared a book review, but the book had vanished without a trace. Then he couldn’t find his gym bag for judo training and had to stay at home disappointed. He spat out the first piece of salt cake in a high arc. I couldn’t react that quickly and unfortunately swallowed a bite, Wääää! I was really tired because I had hardly slept. My sleep book, which was supposed to be under my pillow, was gone too. In addition, our two white mice in the cage were constantly beeping. They waited for their food, but we didn’t find it.
