“Mummy, Daddy!” Timmy cries. “Look at all these food and drinks!”
We look at the bar. We see a lot of plates with pizza, and chocolate cookies; bottles with coke, lemonade and water with no gas.
“Is it all for us?” Timmy asks the driver.
“Yes it is,” Mr. Mustapha answers. “It’s a present from our hotel.”
Timmy takes the first plate with a big piece of pizza.
“It is pepperoni!” he cries. “Pepperoni is my favorite pizza! It is so yummy!” Timmy starts to eat.
“Let’s see, what do we have here.” says Daddy and takes the next plate. “It is Caesar Pizza. Matilda, Caesar is your favorite pizza, would you like to have a piece?”
“That would be wonderful! Thank you my dear!” Mother takes the plate and starts to eat.
Daddy takes another plate: “This is pepperoni again. Who would like a piece?”
“I do!” I say and take a plate with a delicious piece of pizza. “I like pepperoni a lot!”
“What kind of pizza would you like, my dear daughter?” Daddy asks Betsy.