Zosia lived above a bakery that smelled of buns. She liked warm pancakes with strawberry jam best. Today her mum packed her pancake in a little box. It was shaped like a cat and had a raisin for a nose. Zosia put the box in her backpack and set off. She walked to school down a street full of rooks and leaves. Halfway there, the backpack started to bounce slightly. Zosia stopped and looked at the backpack's zipper. Something murmured in there and then sneezed as much as twice. "It's me, pancake!" she heard from the box. Zosia looked around to see if it was Janek's joke from class. The rook on the lamppost responded with a long cawing. At school, Mrs Basia had already announced breakfast time. Zosia's bench trembled slightly, as if she had a strange hiccup. "Don't open me yet!" squeaked a voice from the backpack. Zosia whispered: "Why? I have to eat my second breakfast today." The class fell silent as the box began to dance the rumba. Mrs Basia raised an eyebrow and Zosia grabbed the lid from the box. And then a very long burp came from the box. But it was no ordinary burp, it was....