Hela was eating porridge in the kitchen at her grandmother's house. A small silver spoon was lying on the table. Suddenly the spoon whispered: 'Today I can help'. Hela looked wide-eyed and stopped stirring. - 'Spoons don't speak after all,' said Hela. - 'They speak when the day needs magic,' buzzed the spoon. - What can you do? - Hela asked very quietly. - I can stir time in cocoa - replied the spoon. - Today the rain will be late, but you hurry up. Purr jumped up on the chair and purred loudly. The clock above the fridge ticked slower and slower. Steam from the kettle drew an arrow on the glass. The arrow pointed to the corner of the table next to the window. - Listen to the kitchen - whispered the spoon in her hand. Hela slid her hand under the worktop and felt the button. A small, hidden drawer squeaked open, like a door. Inside lay a small, glowing button. The button moved and winked at Hela. - If I push it, what will happen? - she asked. The clock went back one second and the bell sounded. The pantry door moved and swung open. Hela took a breath and raised her finger over the button.