Just Popping Over
The hot buttery smell of popped corn rose in small puffs and circled around Flossie’s frypan, before wafting out of the cottage and into the garden.
It reached Best Badgers shed, where he was inside busy with his tools. He stopped what he was doing, sniffed, and called Message Magpie. “What’s that delicious smell?” he asked.
“Flossie’s making popcorn” Magpie said.
“Ahh!” said Badger, “Then could you please tell Flossie that I will be just popping over…”
