Zacharias Papantoniou,
The High Mountains — Disaster in Foudoulis's Biscuits
“ As he put his hand inside, Foudoulis understood that their life would be short.He ate two. “Might as well eat two more!” he said to himself. “ The wind is bitterly cold”. That makes four. Soon six. Now, he stuck his hand into the saddlebag and touched those that were left.“When are we going to eat?” he asked the mule-driver.Mr Stephan heard him and turning round asked the children:“Who is it that's hungrier than the others and can't wait?” ”
