“Nothing like that,” Mum Fiś protested. “Granddad used to have a mop of luxuriant hair … up to some point.”
“And this crybaby?” Dragon pointed to the girl in school uniform.
“That’s obviously ME,” said Mum, slightly touched. “I was crying because the photographer hadn’t allowed me to be photographed with my cat.”
“Rightly, everybody looks like an idiot with a cat.”
Mum Fiś turned the page.
“Oh! I know him!” Pompon cried out cheerfully. “That must be Gniewek. What happened to him? He has no single tooth!”
“Well … Infants are not born with teeth.”
“Oh really? As far back as I can remember I have always had teeth. And from my early days I could bleed fire.”
“So you could bleed fire too?” Pompon asked with astonishment.
“To breathe… he breathes… I was breathing… Grammar, my Dragon, grammar,” Mum bobbed her head.
“Ok. I could SPIT fire.”
“Look, here is Malwinka. At the seaside, in Łeba.”
“Naked?! With a bucket on her head?”
“She wasn’t even one year old. It was a great holiday.”
“Malwina!!!” Dragon roared deep into the house. “Come here, you’ll see something! A naked chick!”
But when Malwina stood behind Dragon’s back and looked at the photo, Pompon immediately felt sorry he’d called her over. Because right after, Malwina blew a fuse and with a kitchen towel in her hand was chasing after Dragon around the house.
“Wait you, donkey, I’ll show you how to laugh. The guy who goes to school with no briefs on won’t make fun of me.”
English translation: Katarzyna Krasoń