The muffin bakes pies to read the big nkami font. Mafin and his funny friends

It was a wonderful spring day, and Mafin the donkey ran merrily around the garden - looking for something to do. He had already measured all his ceremonial harnesses and blankets, ate breakfast, watched the carrots grow in the beds, and now he dreamed of some miracle happening.

And the miracle happened.

The wind suddenly brought a crumpled piece of paper from somewhere. The leaf hit Mafin right in the forehead and got stuck between the ears.

Mafin took it off, carefully unfolded it and began to examine it - first from one side, then from the other.

Then he suddenly discovered that he had not breathed for a long time from excitement, and let out the air with such force, as if he were not a donkey, but a steam locomotive.

That's a thing! .. Why, this is a treasure! Buried treasure. And this is the plan of the place where it is hidden.

Mafin sat down and stared at the piece of paper again.

Aha! I guessed it! he exclaimed. - The treasure is hidden under a large oak tree. I'll run and dig it now.

But at that moment a heavy sigh was heard behind Mafin's back. The donkey quickly turned around and saw the Penguin Peregrine, who was also intently examining the plan.

Aha, treasure! whispered Peregrine. - There is no need to guess for a long time. No doubt about it: this is a map of the South Pole. The treasure is buried there! I'll take my skis and an ice pick - and let's go!

“Map of the South Pole? - repeated Mafin to himself. - South Pole? Unlikely! I still think the treasure is buried under an oak tree. Let me take another look at the plan. "

Peregrine began to examine the map through a magnifying glass, and Mafin lay on his stomach and stretched out his face: he thought it was better to look at the map while lying down.

Oak, - whispered Mafin.

South Pole, Perigrin muttered.

Suddenly, a shadow fell on the map. The negro Wally came up.

Why, this is the state of Louisiana in America! he exclaimed. - I was born there. I'll pack my things in no time and go for the treasure! I only wonder which way is the best to get there?

All three stared at the map again.

Louisiana! - Wally rejoiced.

South Pole, Perigrin muttered.

Oak, - whispered Mafin.

Suddenly all three jumped in place, because pebbles crunched from behind. It was the ostrich Oswald that appeared. Stretching his long neck, he looked at the map and smiled.

Of course, this is Africa! - he said. - I once lived there. I'm going on my way this very minute. Just first you need to remember the plan well.

This is Louisiana! Wally exclaimed.

No, South Pole! - objected Perigrin.

Oak! Oak! - Mafin insisted.

Africa, Oswald whispered. “That's what,” he said, “I'm taking the plan with me! He stretched out his neck and grabbed the piece of paper with his beak.

At the same moment, Wally grabbed it with his brown hand, Peregrine stepped on the corner of the map with a webbed paw, and in the other corner of it, Mafin grabbed his teeth.

And suddenly, out of nowhere, flapping its ears and wagging its tail, Peter the puppy rushed in.

Thank you, Mafin! Thank you, Oswald! Thank you, Wally and Perigrin! he cried, gasping for breath from his fast run.

Everyone forgot about the map in surprise.

Thanks for that? - asked Mafin.

Yes, because you found my piece of paper! Peter said. - She flew out of my mouth, and I already decided that she was gone.

Your piece of paper? - muttered Peregrine.

Well, yes, and I really would not want her to get lost. After all, without her I cannot find my treasure!

What treasure ?! - exclaimed at once Mafin, Oswald, Wally and Perigrin.

Don't you understand what is drawn here? Here is the path of our garden. Here are the bushes. And here is the flower bed. And this is where I buried my most beloved bone.

And Peter ran away, carefully holding the scrap of paper between his teeth.

Bone! - moaned Mafin.

A flower bed! Oswald sighed.

Bushes! Perigrin grumbled.

And we didn’t realize! Wally whispered.

And all four, heartbroken, went home. But they were quickly comforted when they saw that tea with sweet cookies was waiting for them.

Mafin bakes a pie

Standing in front of the mirror, Mafin put on a chef's hat on one side, tied a snow-white apron and with an air of dignity went to the kitchen. He decided to bake a cake for his friends - not just any, but a real holiday cake: on eggs, with apples, cloves and various decorations.

He laid out everything he needed on the kitchen table. It turned out that a lot is needed for such a cake: and cookbook, and a bowl, and butter, and eggs, and sugar, and apples, and cinnamon, and cloves, and a lot of different varieties.

Now, if they leave me alone and no one bothers me, I will bake a nice pie!

But as soon as he said this, a loud buzz was heard outside the window and a bee flew into the room. She had a very important look, and in her paws she carried a jar of honey.

Our queen sent me! - said the bee, bowing. - She heard that you are going to bake sweet pie, and therefore most respectfully asks you to take some honey. Try what a wonderful honey it is!

Certainly, - said Mafin. - Thank your queen. But the recipe says nothing about honey. It says: "Take sugar ..."

W-h-h-health! the bee buzzed angrily. - Her Majesty the Queen of Bees will not accept refusal. Everything best pies made with honey.

She buzzed so annoyingly that Mafin agreed to take the honey and put it in the dough.

I will convey your gratitude to Her Majesty! - said the bee and, waving its paw, flew out the window.

Mafin sighed with relief.

Okay! - he said. “I hope that a drop of honey won't hurt the cake.

So, so, my boy! Are you making a pie? Hor-r-rosho.

It was Poppy the parrot. She flew through the window and sat down on the table.

So-so. Very good. But you need fresh eggs! I just laid a testicle for you in this cup. Take it, and everything will be all right, my dear!

Mafin was horrified, but he always tried to be polite to Poppy because Poppy was very old and irritable.

Thanks, Poppy, ”he said. “Please don’t worry, I already have some eggs for the pie. Chicken eggs.

Poppy was very angry: how dare he think that chicken eggs better than parrots!

I'm not joking at all, young Mafin! she screamed angrily. - Parrot eggs are always put in the best pies. Do as I tell you and don't argue! - And, leaving a cup with an egg, she flew away, muttering something angrily under her breath.

“Okay,” Mafin decided, “one small testicle cannot damage the pie. Let it go into the dough with honey. And then I will do everything according to the cookbook. "

And Mafin went to the buffet for sugar. But then there was a cheerful laugh, and, turning around, Mafin saw two little Indians, Wally and Molly. They fussed around the bowl of dough: they threw a little of this, a little of this, a pinch of one, a piece of another into it, and stirred the dough without even looking at the cookbook.

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Mafin and his funny friends

Mafin bakes a pie

Anne Hogarth

Standing in front of the mirror, Mafin put on a chef's hat on one side, tied a snow-white apron and with an air of dignity went to the kitchen. He decided to bake a cake for his friends - not just any, but a real holiday cake: on eggs, with apples, cloves and various decorations.

He laid out everything he needed on the kitchen table. It turned out that a lot is needed for such a cake: a cookbook, and a bowl, and butter, and eggs, and sugar, and apples, and cinnamon, and cloves, and a lot of different differences.

Now, if they leave me alone and no one bothers me, I will bake a nice pie!

But as soon as he said this, a loud buzz was heard outside the window and a bee flew into the room. She had a very important look, and in her paws she carried a jar of honey.

Our queen sent me! - said the bee, bowing. “She heard that you are going to bake a sweet cake, and therefore she respectfully asks you to take some honey. Try what a wonderful honey it is!

Certainly, - said Mafin. - Thank your queen. But the recipe says nothing about honey. It says: "Take sugar ...".

W-h-h-health! the bee buzzed angrily. “Her Majesty the Queen of Bees will not accept refusal. All the best pies are made with honey.

She buzzed so annoyingly that Mafin agreed to take the honey and put it in the dough.

I will convey your gratitude to Her Majesty! - said the bee and, waving its paw, flew out the window.

Mafin sighed with relief.

Okay! - he said. “I hope that a drop of honey won't hurt the cake.

So, so, my boy! Are you making a pie? Hor-r-rosho.

It was Poppy the parrot. She flew through the window and sat on the table.

So-so. Very good. But you need fresh eggs! I just laid a testicle for you in this cup. Take it and everything will be all right, my dear!

Mafin was horrified, but he always tried to be polite to Poppy because Poppy was very old and irritable.

Thanks, Poppy, ”he said. “Please don’t worry, I already have some eggs for the pie. Chicken eggs.

Poppy was very angry: how dare he think that chicken eggs are better than parrot eggs!

I'm not joking at all, young Mafin! she screamed angrily. - Parrot eggs are always put in the best pies. Do as I tell you and don't argue! - And, leaving a cup with an egg, she flew away, muttering something angrily under her breath.

“Okay,” Mafin decided, “one small testicle cannot damage the pie. Let it go into the dough with honey. And then I will do everything according to the cookbook. "

And Mafin went to the buffet for sugar. But then there was a cheerful laugh, and, turning around, Mafin saw two little Indians, Wally and Molly.

They fussed around the bowl of dough: they threw a little of this, a little of this, a pinch of one, a piece of another into it, and stirred the dough without even looking at the cookbook.

Listen! - shouted Mafin angrily. - Who makes the pie, you or me? I have a special recipe and you will ruin everything!

But Wally and Molly only laughed.

Don't be angry, Mafin, - they mumbled. - We are born chefs, and everything works out for us by itself. We don't need cookbooks, scales, or measurements. We put in a little bit of everything and stir it well to make it delicious. That's it, Mafin! Wonderful! Now put it in the oven for a great pie. Goodbye, Mafin!

Wally and Molly ran away, chirping merrily and licking the sweet dough off their sticky brown fingers.

Now I have nothing to do with this test! - Mafin sighed. - It remains only to put it in the oven and monitor the correct temperature.

Temperature? - came the raspy voice of the Penguin Perigrin behind. - I didn't hear, young Mafin, did you say "temperature"? Do you understand the meaning of this word? Of course not! But I will help you ... Do not worry and leave it to me to act!

Poor Mafin had to wait quite a long time while Perigrinus fussed around the stove, measuring the temperature, checking the switches, muttering some words that Mafin did not understand: "measuring scale", "mercury", "overheating", "heat". Finally he put the pie in the oven and slammed the door and deftly turned on the switch.

Well, ”said Mafin,“ although they didn’t let me make the cake myself, I’ll decorate it myself.

He ran into the garden, and then suddenly a brilliant thought occurred to him: why not decorate the top of the pie with carrot tops? She is very beautiful and looks like feathers.

But when Mafin plucked a green bunch of tops from the garden, he suddenly noticed a young purple thistle. He tore it off and, having fun, ran home with his bouquet.

Entering the kitchen, he was dumbfounded. There was no peregrine, but Oswald the ostrich came. Oswald pulled a pie out of the oven and bent over it. Mafin lurked and watched. Oswald was decorating the cake with feathers from his tail ... Mafin's nostrils trembled, and a tear slowly flowed from his right eye. Was this the wonderful cake he dreamed of?

Oswald looked up and saw a donkey.

Come here, Mafin! he exclaimed cheerfully. - I found out that you are baking a cake, and decided to take a look at it in passing. I'll take it to the table and we'll all drink tea together.

Okay, Oswald! .. - said Mafin sadly, dropping his wonderful bouquet on the floor. - So be it. I'll be right there. I'll just take off the chef's hat ...

Then he moved his ears and suddenly found that there was no cap on his head. Where could she go? He looked out the window, looked under the table and even checked to see if it was in the oven. Disappeared! Out of chagrin, Mafin sat down.

Ouch! - he said. - I remembered! The hat fell off my head into the bowl, but everyone was so busy making my cake that they did not notice it, and I forgot to take it out. You know, Oswald, ”he added,“ I’m not hungry at all. But I hope you all enjoy the cake very much. I'll go for a walk ...

THE END

Standing in front of the mirror, Mafin put on a chef's hat on one side, tied a snow-white apron and with an air of dignity went to the kitchen. He decided to bake a cake for his friends - not just any, but a real holiday cake: on eggs, with apples, cloves and various decorations.

He laid out everything he needed on the kitchen table. It turned out that a lot is needed for such a cake: a cookbook, and a bowl, and butter, and eggs, and sugar, and apples, and cinnamon, and cloves, and a lot of different varieties.

Now, if they leave me alone and no one bothers me, I will bake a nice pie!

But as soon as he said this, a loud buzz was heard outside the window and a bee flew into the room. She had a very important look, and in her paws she carried a jar of honey.

Our queen sent me! - said the bee, bowing. “She heard that you are going to bake a sweet cake, and therefore she respectfully asks you to take some honey. Try what a wonderful honey it is!

Certainly, - said Mafin. - Thank your queen. But the recipe says nothing about honey. It says: "Take sugar ..." - Whoosh! the bee buzzed angrily. - Her Majesty the Queen of Bees will not accept refusal. All the best pies are made with honey.

She buzzed so annoyingly that Mafin agreed to take the honey and put it in the dough.

I will convey your gratitude to Her Majesty! - said the bee and, waving its paw, flew out the window.

Mafin sighed with relief.

Okay! - he said. “I hope that a drop of honey won't hurt the cake.

So, so, my boy! Are you making a pie? Hor-r-rosho.

It was Poppy the parrot. She flew through the window and sat down on the table.

So-so. Very good-r-rosho. But you need fresh eggs! I just laid a testicle for you in this cup. Take it, and everything will be all right, my dear!

Mafin was horrified, but he always tried to be polite to Poppy because Poppy was very old and irritable.

Thanks, Poppy, ”he said. “Please don’t worry, I already have some eggs for the pie. Chicken eggs.

Poppy was very angry: how dare he think that chicken eggs are better than parrots!

I'm not joking at all, young Mafin! she screamed angrily. - Parrot eggs are always put in the best pies. Do as I tell you and don't argue! - And, leaving a cup with an egg, she flew away, muttering something angrily under her breath.

"Well, okay, - decided Mafin, - one small egg cannot damage the pie. Let it go into the dough with honey. And then I will do everything according to the cookbook."

And Mafin went to the buffet for sugar. But then there was a cheerful laugh, and, turning around, Mafin saw two little Indians, Wally and Molly. They fussed around the bowl of dough: they threw a little of this, a little of this, a pinch of one, a piece of another into it, and stirred the dough without even looking at the cookbook.

Listen! - shouted Mafin angrily. - Who makes the pie, you or me? I have a special recipe and you will ruin everything!

But Wally and Molly just laughed.

Don't be angry, Mafin, - they mumbled. - We are born chefs, and everything works out for us by itself. We don't need cookbooks, scales, or measurements. We put in a little bit of everything and stir it well to make it delicious. That's it, Mafin! Wonderful! Now put it in the oven for a great pie. Goodbye, Mafin!

Wally and Molly ran away, chirping and licking the sweet dough off their sticky brown fingers.

Now I have nothing to do with this test! - Mafin sighed. - It remains only to put it in the oven and monitor the correct temperature.

Temperature? - came the raspy voice of the Penguin Perigrin behind. - I didn't hear, young Mafin, did you say "temperature"? Do you understand the meaning of this word? Of course not!

But I will help you ... Do not worry and leave it to me to act!

Poor Mafin had to wait a long time, while Perigrin fussed around the stove, measuring the temperature, checking the switches, muttering some words that Mafin did not understand: "measuring scale", "mercury", "overheating", "heat". Finally he put the pie in the oven and slammed the door and deftly turned on the switch.

Well, ”said Mafin,“ although they didn’t let me make the cake myself, I’ll decorate it myself.

He ran into the garden, and then suddenly a brilliant thought occurred to him: why not decorate the top of the pie with carrot tops? She is very beautiful and looks like feathers. But when Mafin plucked a green bunch of tops from the garden, he suddenly noticed a young purple thistle. He tore it off and, having fun, ran home with his bouquet.

Entering the kitchen, he was dumbfounded. There was no peregrine, but Oswald the ostrich came. Oswald pulled a pie out of the oven and bent over it. Mafin lurked and watched. Oswald was decorating the cake with feathers from his tail ... Mafin's nostrils trembled, and a tear slowly flowed from his right eye. Was this the wonderful cake he dreamed of?

Oswald looked up and saw a donkey.

Come here, Mafin! he exclaimed cheerfully. - I found out that you are baking a cake, and decided to take a look at it in passing. I'll take it to the table and we'll all drink tea together.

Okay, Oswald! .. - said Mafin sadly, dropping his wonderful bouquet on the floor. - So be it. I'll be right there. I'll just take off the chef's hat ...

Then he moved his ears and suddenly found that there was no cap on his head. Where could she go? He looked out the window, looked under the table and even checked to see if it was in the oven. Disappeared! Out of chagrin, Mafin sat down.

Ouch! - he said. - I remembered! The hat fell off my head into the bowl, but everyone was so busy making my cake that they did not notice it, and I forgot to take it out. You know, Oswald, ”he added,“ I’m not hungry at all. But I hope you all enjoy the cake very much. I'll go for a little walk ...

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Mafin bakes a pie
(Anne Hogarth)

Standing in front of the mirror, Mafin put on a chef's hat on one side, tied a snow-white apron and with an air of dignity went to the kitchen. He decided to bake a cake for his friends - not just any, but a real holiday cake: on eggs, with apples, cloves and various decorations. He laid out everything he needed on the kitchen table. It turned out that a lot is needed for such a cake: a cookbook, and a bowl, and butter, and eggs, and sugar, and apples, and cinnamon, and cloves, and a lot of different differences.

Now, if they leave me alone and no one bothers me, I will bake a nice pie!

But as soon as he said this, a loud buzz was heard outside the window and a bee flew into the room. She had a very important look, and in her paws she carried a jar of honey.

Our queen sent me! - said the bee, bowing. “She heard that you are going to bake a sweet cake, and therefore she respectfully asks you to take some honey. Try what a wonderful honey it is!

Certainly, - said Mafin. - Thank your queen. But the recipe says nothing about honey. It says: "Take sugar ..."

W-h-h-health! the bee buzzed angrily. “Her Majesty the Queen of Bees will not accept refusal. All the best pies are made with honey. She buzzed so annoyingly that Mafin agreed to take the honey and put it in the dough.

I will convey your gratitude to Her Majesty! - said the bee and, waving its paw, flew out the window.

Mafin sighed with relief.

Okay! - he said. “I hope that a drop of honey won't hurt the cake.

So, so, my boy! Are you making a pie? Hor-r-rosho.

It was Poppy the parrot. She flew through the window and sat down on the table.

So-so. Very good-r-rosho. But you need fresh eggs! I just laid a testicle for you in this cup. Take it, and everything will be all right, my dear!

Mafin was horrified, but he always tried to be polite to Poppy because Poppy was very old and irritable.

Thanks, Poppy, ”he said. “Please don’t worry, I already have some eggs for the pie. Chicken eggs.

Poppy was very angry: how dare he think that chicken eggs are better than parrots!

I'm not joking at all, young Mafin! she screamed angrily. - Parrot eggs are always put in the best pies. Do as I tell you and don't argue! - And, leaving a cup with an egg, she flew away, muttering something angrily under her breath.

"Well, okay," decided Mafin, "one small egg cannot damage the pie. Let it go into the dough along with honey. And then I'll do everything according to the cookbook." And Mafin went to the buffet for sugar. But then there was a cheerful laugh, and, turning around, Mafin saw two little Indians, Wally and Molly. They fussed around the bowl of dough: they threw a little of this, a little of this, a pinch of one, a piece of another into it, and stirred the dough without even looking at the cookbook.

Listen! - shouted Mafin angrily. - Who makes the pie, you or me? I have a special recipe and you will ruin everything! But Wally and Molly just laughed.

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MAFIN AND HIS FUNNY FRIENDS

Mafin is looking for treasure

It was a wonderful spring day, and Mafin the donkey ran merrily around the garden - looking for something to do. He had already measured all his ceremonial harnesses and blankets, ate breakfast, watched the carrots grow in the beds, and now he dreamed of some miracle happening.

And the miracle happened.

The wind suddenly brought a crumpled piece of paper from somewhere. The leaf hit Mafin right in the forehead and got stuck between the ears.

Mafin took it off, carefully unfolded it and began to examine it - first from one side, then from the other.

Then he suddenly discovered that he had not breathed for a long time from excitement, and let out the air with such force, as if he were not a donkey, but a steam locomotive.

That's a thing! .. Why, this is a treasure! Buried treasure. And this is the plan of the place where it is hidden.

Mafin sat down and stared at the piece of paper again.

Aha! I guessed it! he exclaimed. - The treasure is hidden under a large oak tree. I'll run and dig it now.

But at that moment a heavy sigh was heard behind Mafin's back. The donkey quickly turned around and saw the Penguin Peregrine, who was also intently examining the plan.

Aha, treasure! whispered Peregrine. - There is no need to guess for a long time. No doubt about it: this is a map of the South Pole. The treasure is buried there! I'll take my skis and an ice pick - and let's go!

“Map of the South Pole? - repeated Mafin to himself. - South Pole? Unlikely! I still think the treasure is buried under an oak tree. Let me take another look at the plan. "

Peregrine began to examine the map through a magnifying glass, and Mafin lay on his stomach and stretched out his face: he thought it was better to look at the map while lying down.

Oak, - whispered Mafin.

South Pole, Perigrin muttered.

Suddenly, a shadow fell on the map. The negro Wally came up.

Why, this is the state of Louisiana in America! he exclaimed. - I was born there. I'll pack my things in no time and go for the treasure! I only wonder which way is the best to get there?

All three stared at the map again.

Louisiana! - Wally rejoiced.

South Pole, Perigrin muttered.

Oak, - whispered Mafin.

Suddenly all three jumped in place, because pebbles crunched from behind. It was the ostrich Oswald that appeared. Stretching his long neck, he looked at the map and smiled.

Of course, this is Africa! - he said. - I once lived there. I'm going on my way this very minute. Just first you need to remember the plan well.

This is Louisiana! Wally exclaimed.

No, South Pole! - objected Perigrin.

Oak! Oak! - Mafin insisted.

Africa, Oswald whispered. “That's what,” he said, “I'm taking the plan with me! He stretched out his neck and grabbed the piece of paper with his beak.

At the same moment, Wally grabbed it with his brown hand, Peregrine stepped on the corner of the map with a webbed paw, and in the other corner of it, Mafin grabbed his teeth.

And suddenly, out of nowhere, flapping its ears and wagging its tail, Peter the puppy rushed in.

Thank you, Mafin! Thank you, Oswald! Thank you, Wally and Perigrin! he cried, gasping for breath from his fast run.

Everyone forgot about the map in surprise.

Thanks for that? - asked Mafin.

Yes, because you found my piece of paper! Peter said. - She flew out of my mouth, and I already decided that she was gone.

Your piece of paper? - muttered Peregrine.

Well, yes, and I really would not want her to get lost. After all, without her I cannot find my treasure!

What treasure ?! - exclaimed at once Mafin, Oswald, Wally and Perigrin.

Don't you understand what is drawn here? Here is the path of our garden. Here are the bushes. And here is the flower bed. And this is where I buried my most beloved bone.

And Peter ran away, carefully holding the scrap of paper between his teeth.

Bone! - moaned Mafin.

A flower bed! Oswald sighed.

Bushes! Perigrin grumbled.

And we didn’t realize! Wally whispered.

And all four, heartbroken, went home. But they were quickly comforted when they saw that tea with sweet cookies was waiting for them.

Mafin bakes a pie

Standing in front of the mirror, Mafin put on a chef's hat on one side, tied a snow-white apron and with an air of dignity went to the kitchen. He decided to bake a cake for his friends - not just any, but a real holiday cake: on eggs, with apples, cloves and various decorations.

He laid out everything he needed on the kitchen table. It turned out that a lot is needed for such a cake: a cookbook, and a bowl, and butter, and eggs, and sugar, and apples, and cinnamon, and cloves, and a lot of different varieties.

Now, if they leave me alone and no one bothers me, I will bake a nice pie!

But as soon as he said this, a loud buzz was heard outside the window and a bee flew into the room. She had a very important look, and in her paws she carried a jar of honey.

Our queen sent me! - said the bee, bowing. “She heard that you are going to bake a sweet cake, and therefore she respectfully asks you to take some honey. Try what a wonderful honey it is!

Certainly, - said Mafin. - Thank your queen. But the recipe says nothing about honey. It says: "Take sugar ..."

Wz-z-health! the bee buzzed angrily. “Her Majesty the Queen of Bees will not accept refusal. All the best pies are made with honey.

She buzzed so annoyingly that Mafin agreed to take the honey and put it in the dough.

I will convey your gratitude to Her Majesty! - said the bee and, waving its paw, flew out the window.

Mafin sighed with relief.

Okay! - he said. “I hope that a drop of honey won't hurt the cake.

So, so, my boy! Are you making a pie? Hor-r-rosho.

It was Poppy the parrot. She flew through the window and sat down on the table.

So-so. Very good-r-rosho. But you need fresh eggs! I just laid a testicle for you in this cup. Take it, and everything will be all right, my dear!

Mafin was horrified, but he always tried to be polite to Poppy because Poppy was very old and irritable.

Thanks, Poppy, ”he said. “Please don’t worry, I already have some eggs for the pie. Chicken eggs.

Poppy was very angry: how dare he think that chicken eggs are better than parrot eggs!

I'm not joking at all, young Mafin! she screamed angrily. - Parrot eggs are always put in the best pies. Do as I tell you and don't argue! - And, leaving a cup with an egg, she flew away, muttering something angrily under her breath.

“Okay,” Mafin decided, “one small testicle cannot damage the pie. Let it go into the dough with honey. And then I will do everything according to the cookbook. "

And Mafin went to the buffet for sugar. But then there was a cheerful laugh, and, turning around, Mafin saw two little Indians, Wally and Molly. They fussed around the bowl of dough: they threw a little of this, a little of this, a pinch of one, a piece of another into it, and stirred the dough without even looking at the cookbook.