Chocolate Cake With Hitler Read Online Free Page B

verse:
    Do you know how many children
    Rise each morning blithe and gay?
    Can you count their jolly voices,
    Singing sweetly day by day?
    God hears all the happy voices,
    In their merry songs rejoices;
    And He loves them, every one
    And He loves them, every one
    Uncle Adi clapped his thigh enthusiastically. I thought he was appreciating our singing but then I saw that Miss Manziarly had appeared in the doorway carrying a huge tray of cakes and behind her was one of the kitchen orderlies with a big jug of hot chocolate and a pot of tea.
    “Is there chocolate cake for the children? They deserve a reward for their wonderful singing!”
    I have never seen anyone eat cake as fast as Uncle Adi. He kept cramming it into his mouth, showering his lap with crumbs. Watching Uncle Adi, Heide just grabbed a second piece of chocolate cake from the plate and stuffed it straight into her mouth. I thought Papa would pick her up and take her out, but he just bent down and whispered something in her ear. Heide stared down at the floor and I could tell that she was trying to swallow her mouthful without moving her face, because she had to keep it completely still to stop herself crying.
    Suddenly Helmut jumped up, almost knocking over his hot chocolate.
    “U-U-Uncle Leader, I have written a special speech for you for your birthday.” He pulled a piece of paper from his shorts’ pocket:
    “The Leader is the man of the century. He is sure of himself despite pain and suffering. He shows us the way to victory. He will not sell his faith or his ideals. He always and without doubt follows the straight path to his goal!”
    I couldn’t believe Helmut was pretending that he had written these words. We had all listened on the radio to Papa giving his birthday speech for Uncle Leader just a few days ago.
    “Helmut, don’t lie! You stole that from Papa!” Icouldn’t let him get away with it.
    All the grown-ups laughed, which I wasn’t expecting, but they laughed even louder when Helmut replied:
    “No, Papa stole it from me!”
    Then Papa suggested that Hedda recite her poem:
    It has to get light again,
    After these dark days,
    Let us not ask if we will see it.
    New light will rise again.
    She said it really quietly. There was a hesitation and then everyone clapped. For a second I thought Auntie Eva was going to cry but she jumped to her feet:
    “I know! Let’s fetch the little sausages!” I thought she meant more food but she meant the puppies. Me and Hilde and Helmut went with her. I carried Foxl and Wolf and then gave Wolf to Uncle Adi, and kept Foxl to cuddle myself.
    “Now, children, it’s my Blondi’s turn to sing!” said Uncle Adi.
    He started her off by giving a long howl – like a wolf. Heide grabbed my hand. Blondi joined in with a very high-pitched howl.
    Then Uncle Adi made a much softer, deep, low howl, more like a groan, and Blondi copied. Heide held my hand even tighter. Everyone else laughed.
    “Good girl, Blondi, good girl.” Uncle Adi held upthree fingers and Blondi stopped howling, and immediately sat and wagged her tail along the floor, and Uncle Adi rewarded her with three little pieces of cake. Not the chocolate one – he says chocolate is bad for dogs – but a sponge cake. And then we gave the puppies a tiny piece each.
    “You see I’m really Dr. Doolittle, I can talk to the animals. Have you ever seen Blondi do a schoolgirl?”
    “No, show us, show us!” Heide burst out. I think she was so relieved that the wolf bit was over. So Uncle Leader tapped the arm of the couch and Blondi lifted up her front legs and hung them over the side of the arm and looked at him with her head on one side, and her face looked completely, completely obedient.
    “She’s a good schoolgirl,” said Uncle Adi, patting her on the head. “Like you, Helga. I’m sure you’re a good schoolgirl. What have you been learning at school?”
    I wasn’t sure what to say, because we haven’t been able to go to school for ages, but I