Карлсон, который живет на крыше

           "Idon’tthinkwe’llbotheraboutKarlsson.Yousee,I’malmostsurehe’snotgoingtocome.Fromnowonwewon’tbotherabouthimatall.Becausenowyou’vegotBimbo."

           Yes,ofcourse,nowhehadBimbo…butthatdidnotmakeEricwantKarlssonanythelessathisparty.

           BridgetandChristophersatdownatthetable,andMommyhandedoutthesandwiches.EricputBimbointhelittledogbasketandsatdownhimself.ThenMommywentawayandleftthechildrentothemselves.

           Bobbyputhisnosethroughthedoorandshouted,"You’llsavesomecake,won’tyou,sothatBettyandIcaneachhaveaslice?"

           "Isupposeso,"saidEric,"thoughitdoesn’tseemquitefair.Afterall,you’dbeenwolfingcakeforsevenoreightyearsbeforeIwasborn."

           "Don’tbeanidiot!Iwantabigpiece,"saidBobby,shuttingthedoor.

           AssoonashehadgonethefamiliarbuzzingsoundwasheardandincameKarlsson.

           "Haveyoustartedalready?"heshouted."Howmuchhaveyoueaten?"

           Ericreassuredhim.Theyhadnothadtimetostartyet.

           "Good!"saidKarlsson.

           "Aren’tyougoingtosayhappybirthdaytoEric?"askedBridget.

           "Oh,yes,happybirthday,"saidKarlsson."WhereshallIsit?"

           TherewasnocupforKarlsson,andwhenhenoticedthis,hestuckouthislowerlipandlookedcross.

           "I’mgoinghomeifit’snotfairshares.Whyisn’tthereacupforme?"

           Erichastilygavehimhisown.Thenheslippedoutintothekitchenandfetchedanothercupforhimself.

           "Karlsson!I’vegotadog,"hesaidwhenhereturned.