Mum flipped the pancake up but it flew out of the window and into the muddy back garden. I put my best shoes and jacket on, it had gone , my little brother sprinted out with his laces undone "where has  it gone " my little brother asked . I looked up and there at the top of the tree was a big, fat pigeon eating the pancake. Suddenly , a whole load of vicious birds came down and pushed the pigeon away , there must of been about twenty birds eating this mushed up pancake. Then we rushed back in and told mum.