Adventures with Waffles
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Lena is Trille’s best friend, even if she is a girl. And there is never an ordinary day when you’ve got a best friend like Lena.
Hardly a day passes without Trille and Lena inventing some kind of adventure that often ends in trouble. Whether it’s coaxing a cow onto a boat or sledding down the steepest and iciest hill with a chicken, there is always a thrill—and sometimes an injury—to be had. Trille loves to share everything with Lena, even Auntie Granny’s waffles. But when Lena has to move away and Auntie Granny leaves the world, it sometimes seems like nothing will ever be right again. The warmth of friendship and the support of family suffuse this lightly illustrated novel, proving that when times are tough, a little taste of sweetness can make all the difference.
good to have him all to myself. “Minda says we’re part pirate,” I said after looking at him for a while. Grandpa stood up straight, and I told him the whole story about Mathildewick. When I’d finished, he laughed loudly. “Isn’t it true?” I asked, beginning to smell a rat. “That Little Miss Minda, she tells such good lies, it’s like music to my ears,” said Grandpa, impressed. “We could all learn something from her.” “Auntie Granny says that people shouldn’t tell lies,” I said. “Mm-hmm,” said
snuggled up by Auntie Granny, and was so happy that it almost hurt. Auntie Granny has the biggest and warmest heart I know of. There’s only one thing wrong with her, and that’s her knitting. Especially now that Christmas was getting closer. When Auntie Granny went to the kitchen to fetch more waffles, I had a quick peek into the basket behind the sofa. There was her knitting. In big piles. She always gives us knitted things for Christmas. It’s strange that, being as wise as she is, she doesn’t
know where she is?” asked Dad. “No,” I said, starting to make some sandwiches. They fell silent for a long moment. “Trille,” Mom said eventually, “Lena’s mother is terribly worried. Everybody’s looking for her. The police too. Do you know where she is?” “No!” I shouted, slamming my hands on the table, because now I was so angry that I could have smashed up the house. Nobody was going to take Lena back to town! Even if all the police in the world came to Mathildewick Cove, Lena wasn’t going to
was standing on top of the bonfire with her hair fluttering in the wind, I thought she looked more like an Incan princess than ever. I almost felt happy for a moment, until Uncle Tor pulled out his lighter. He was just about to light the fire when Krølla shouted, “Bwide and gwoom!” Everyone turned round. There was a couple dressed as bride and groom coming across our freshly cut field. Grandpa and Auntie Granny! I think I went into a mild state of shock. It was the kind of thing you only see in
every day except Sunday. He is easily angered, Uncle Tor, especially by Lena and me. But shark boats aren’t just scattered around everywhere. You have to be content with whichever one you can find, even if it’s Tor’s, said Lena. Would Noah have worried about a slightly difficult uncle when the whole world was at stake? We dropped Krølla off with Dad and ran on. Uncle Tor lives in the third, and last, house in Mathildewick Cove, right down by the sea. That Sunday he had gone to the movies in