Chapter 54 Jack of Hearts... a dwarf sneaks into the back of a car and rummages through...

The next morning, our family of three drove on the road and went straight to Dulf Village.Nobody mentioned Grandpa any more on the way, until Mom complained that the whole thing had been made up by mischievous children and that there was no such thing as a coincidence in the world. Dad obviously didn't believe it either, and the old baker in Dulph was his father, but he's now trying to defend me, which I'm very grateful for. "We're just going home the way we came, and won't it be nice to buy a big bag of buns in the village of Dulf and eat on the way?" Dad said to Mom. "As for the mischievous children, you are not at home these years, what are you complaining about?"

Mom stretched out a pair of arms and wrapped them around Dad's shoulders: "I don't complain about anything." "Don't move, I'm driving." Dad said in a low voice. Mother turned to me and said, "Hans Thomas. Don't pay attention to what mother says! But don't be too disappointed if you find that this baker has nothing to do with your grandfather." We had to wait until late at night when we arrived in the village of Dulf to eat the buns, but by now the three of us were hungry, so in the evening, Dad drove into the town of Bellinzona and stopped at two villages. In the back alley in the middle of the restaurant.

While the three of us were munching on macaroni and roast veal, I made the mistake of the whole trip and told my parents about the bun book. Maybe it's because, as a child, I can't keep such a big secret anymore... First, I told my parents that I found a small book with very small fonts inside a bun given to me by the old baker. Book.Coincidentally, before this, when my father and I were driving by a garage, a dwarf gave me a magnifying glass.Then, I told my parents the summary of the bun book. When I got back to Norway, I kept asking myself how I could be so impatient, breaking a promise I made to the old baker, to take out the buns from the book, just a few hours away from the village of Dürf. Secretly tell a third party.Now I think I know the answer: I wish so much that the old man who lived in the small alpine village was my grandfather, and I so much hoped that my mother would believe it, so I couldn't help but vent.It's just that I made things worse by doing so.

Mom glanced at Dad, then turned around and said to me: "You have a lot of imagination, and that's not bad, but there should be a limit to imagination." "Didn't you tell me the same thing that night on the rooftop gazebo at the Athens Hotel?" Dad broke in. "Remember, after hearing your story, I kind of envied your imagination. However, I have to agree with your mother - the bun book thing is too ridiculous. Somehow, I Hearing what my father said, I burst into tears. These days, I have endured such a big secret by myself, and now I finally muster up the courage to confide it to my parents, hoping that they will share the burden for me. Unexpectedly, they don’t believe me if.

"Just wait and see," I said, sobbing. "I'll show you the bun book when I get back to the car later. Although I promised grandpa to keep it a secret, I can't care too much now." We hurried through dinner.I hope that, until the truth is found out, Dad will at least keep an open mind and not dismiss all my words. Dad took out a 100 Swiss franc note and put it on the dining table. Without waiting for change, he rushed out of the restaurant with us, mother and child. When we got into the car, we saw a dwarf in the back seat flipping through our bags. To this day, we still don't understand how the guy managed to open the door.

"Hey, you!" Dad yelled. "Don't rummage through our things!" Baba was yelling, and he was running towards our red Fiat, and the guy was leaning halfway into the car, and when he heard Daddy yelling, he jerked away and ran around the corner.I swear, I heard the jingle of a bell coming from this man. Dad chased after him all the way.His pace has always been very fast.I stood by the car with my mother, waiting for my father to come back.It was about half an hour before we saw him trudging slowly around the corner and back. "He disappeared all of a sudden, like he'd gone into a hole in the ground," Dad said.

"This little monster!" We start to check the luggage. "My things are all here, and nothing is missing." Mom said. "I'm not missing anything," Dad said, reaching under the dash. "My driver's license, passport, wallet, and checkbook are still here. He didn't even turn over the buffoon cards I collected. Looks like this guy is just looking for a bottle of wine." Mom and Dad got into the front seat of the car.Dad opened the back door and let me in. I remembered that I had hidden the Bun Book under a sweater before I got out of the car, and now it was gone, and my heart sank.

"He stole my bun book!" I couldn't help crying. "The dwarf must have stolen it, because I didn't keep the secret." Mom climbed to the back seat, stretched out a pair of arms to wrap around my shoulders, and held on for a long time. "Poor little dear Hans Thomas," my mother called and comforted me over and over again. "It's all my fault. Don't be sad, mom will take you home. You can close your eyes and sleep now." I sat up abruptly: "Should we go to Dulf Village now?" Dad drove the car onto the highway. "Yeah, we're going to Dulf Village," Dad assured me. "Don't worry, sailors will never break their promises."

Before I fell asleep, I heard my dad whisper to my mom, "It's kind of weird. I locked the car door, how did he get in? Also, he's really short." "That clown can walk through walls because he's a dummy." Then I fell asleep on my mother's lap.