Today is Auntie Linni's seventh birthday. We each got a pork tail to celebrate. Daniel made pancakes, and Linni was lucky enough on her birthday to get a whole pancake to eat. I felt a bit envious at this, but it was Linni's birthday, not mine. You have to accept that somebody else gets special treatment, when it is her birthday. The pork tail made it a good day for all of us, anyway; so good, that I wish we had somebody's birthday to celebrate every day. You may wonder whether I would not grow tired of pork tails, but I seriously doubt I ever would.
Happy birthday, Linni!
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