Puschel’s Kitchen Measure

The cinnamon tin was back on the shelf. Puschel looked at the low table. Puschel“If we put a party plate here later, we should know how much room there is!”

He fetched a soft measuring tape and held it above the tabletop. Between his paws it hung in a big curve. Puschel looked very serious.

Puschel“The table has grown longer,” he announced. Flauschi laughed. Flauschi“Or your tape is taking a detour.”

Puschel looked at the loop. Puschel“Oh! I measured the air too.”

Together they laid the tape loosely and straight on the table, without pulling it. Now the result looked quite different. Puschel“Perhaps a little plate will fit,” Puschel said.

Flauschi“With room for our paws beside it,” Flauschi added. They did not need to choose a party plate today. Puschel rolled up the tape.

Puschel“Tomorrow I will measure something that is not made of air.” Flauschi smiled. Outside, the golden leaves rustled, and the table still had room for a new idea.