“Don’t tell your mother,” he said, winking. “She thinks I’m fixing the lawnmower.”
My mother was standing in the kitchen, making a noise like a boiling kettle. “That cat is a menace!” she shrieked. “A FURRY MENACE!” my dad is fantastic roald dahl pdf
“What did you say to him?” I ask.
He leaned close. His breath smelled of licorice and secrets. “It un-boils eggs,” he said. “Don’t tell your mother,” he said, winking
And when I say fantastic, I do not mean the sort of fantastic you say when someone gives you a new pencil case. I mean FAN-TAS-TIC with capital letters, like a giant walking through a forest. “Don’t tell your mother