Me Too

　　I started to cry.

　　'Pingu sad,' said my little brother.

　　And I explained that Pingu was sad because his mother and father had been run over by a terrible red truck which came slidding over the ice. The Pingu and his little sister couldn't get inside the igloo. They sat outside, freezing.

　　Pingu cried louder and louder.

　　'Other one,' said my little brother.

　　He wanted something different on TV. Me too.

When we were alone in the World
Ulf Nilsson, Eva Eriksson
ISBN 978-1-877467-34-9