It was a normal Pancake Tuesday. then, I didn’t know where it went. It flew up and never came back down. There it was the pancake was stuck to the ceiling talking to me loudly saying he didn’t want to be eaten alive! He wanted to live until he was at least 30. No this couldn’t be happening to me! Pancakes can’t talk they never have and they never will. I just stood there in shock for at least about 20 minutes. So did my mum I didn’t understand. My mum flipped the pancake and it never came back down.