“My dear child,” he replied, “impossible is just a word invented by people who have never tried to un-boil an egg.”
And he flicked a switch. The Whizzpopper 3000 hummed like a bee with a sore throat. A green light flashed. He took a hard-boiled egg from his pocket (he always kept one there, just in case), placed it inside the machine, and pressed a red button. my dad is fantastic roald dahl pdf
Every Saturday, my father takes me to the shed at the bottom of the garden. It is not a normal shed. It does not contain rusty rakes or old paint. No. It contains the Whizzpopper 3000 . “My dear child,” he replied, “impossible is just
But that was only the beginning.
“Don’t tell your mother,” he said, winking. “She thinks I’m fixing the lawnmower.” He took a hard-boiled egg from his pocket
I hear whispering. I hear a giggle—and it is not my father’s giggle. Then I hear a small, wet voice say, “Oh! Oh, I see! Well, why didn’t you say so?”