Mother says Mrs. Hankmen on the corner of Bushel Place and Astor Lane has the flu, or indigestion, or insomnia, I can’t remember. Mother made Mrs. Hankmen her famous pancakes. I delivered them of course and Mrs. Hankmen said what everyone always says when I deliver my mother’s pancakes, “Oh she shouldn’t have! My favorite! Tell your mother I said thank you!”

Jimmy Blue Jeans two doors down made the varsity baseball team. His real name is Jimmy Jan, but don’t call him that. Mother made Jimmy her famous pancakes and I delivered them of course. “Oh she shouldn’t have! My favorite! Tell your mother I said thank you!”

Mr. and Mrs. Travers are our new neighbors across the street. They haven’t even finished moving in yet and their son Daniel already “borrowed” my bicycle. He asked my mother if he could and she said yes, of course. Mother made Mr. and Mrs. Travers and their son Daniel her famous pancakes and I delivered them of course. “Oh she shouldn’t have! My favorite! Tell your mother I said thank you!”

Old Mr. Mumbles lives across from Mrs. Hankmen. No one knows his real name. Mr. Mumbles finally retired from his job as a traveling salesman. It was time after all, no one knew what he was selling. Mother made Mr. Mumbles her famous pancakes and I delivered them of course. 

Allison Barnell….Allison lives far down Astor Lane almost too far for me to go by myself. Allison rescued Mrs. Hankmen’s cat this week from up her parent’s tree. Allison is in my third period history class, but I don’t think she knows my name. Mother made Allison her famous pancakes and I delivered them of course. “Oh Hi,” said Allison, “did you make these?” “Not exactly,” I said, “my mother made them. They are her famous pancakes.” Allison smiled, “Oh, well, thanks Paul. See you at school tomorrow!” I love my mother’s famous pancakes! They’re my favorite. Did I mention that?