![]() ![]() “Thanks,” says the Kangaroo, “good thinking! Now if you happen to have a whisk or a mixer…” I open the door, holding two eggs and some oil. The Kangaroo takes everything, thanks me for it, and leaves. “Thanks a lot! If you happen to also have a little milk and some flour…” I nod, go to the kitchen, and return with the salt shaker. Um… I just noticed that I don’t have any salt, either…” I swing the door open right away, as I am still standing in front of it. Shortly thereafter, the doorbell rings again. With my left index finger I tap the tip of my nose several times, and then close the door. I nod and the Kangaroo disappears behind the door of the apartment across the hall. “Thank you so much,” says the Kangaroo, sticking the pan in its pouch. ![]() ![]() I nod, go to the kitchen, and return with a pan. “I just moved in across the hall and wanted to make some pancakes, and then I realized that I don’t have a pan…” Without moving my head, I look to the left, then to the right, at the clock, and finally at the kangaroo. I blink, look behind me, peer down the staircase, then up the staircase. I go to the door, open it, and stand face to face with a kangaroo. ![]()
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