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.
“What does it do?” I asked him once. my dad is fantastic roald dahl pdf
“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
Most fathers would say, “Don’t be silly, there’s no such thing.” Not my father. My father takes a torch, lies down on the carpet, and slides under the bed. 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?”