The mill

We have moved yesterday. Today the wind mill in our street is making pancakes, it is a special day. Of course with flower that they grind themselves. Every Saturday I see the mill wheels turning from my house. But they don't always make pancakes!

My papa and mama love pan cakes. They don't understand why I don't like them. I just don't. It makes them happy, they say: more for them!

For me, just give me a rod, a stone and some seeds. I'll climb over the rod, under it or watch the other kids on the square playing. You see the groceries in the buggy? From now on everybody will get flower as a present!! Beware!