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But
this
fat
little
man
had
just
said
that
he
liked
tasty
little
meatballs
very
much
.
It
was
up
to
Eric
to
see
that
he
got
them
,
or
else
perhaps
Karlsson
would
not
come
and
see
him
again
.
Oh
,
so
much
depended
on
Mommy
's
meatballs
!
"
Wait
a
minute
,
"
said
Eric
.
"
I
'll
go
out
in
the
kitchen
and
fetch
some
.
"
Karlsson
nodded
approvingly
.
"
Good
!
"
he
said
.
"
Good
!
But
hurry
!
You
do
n't
get
less
hungry
by
looking
at
pictures
--
without
roosters
or
anything
in
them
.
"
Eric
darted
out
into
the
kitchen
.
Mommy
was
standing
by
the
stove
in
a
checked
apron
,
surrounded
by
the
most
delicious
smell
of
fried
onions
.
She
was
shaking
the
big
frying
pan
over
the
flame
,
and
in
the
pan
jostled
lots
and
lots
of
nicely
browned
,
little
meatballs
.
"
Hello
,
Eric
,
"
said
Mommy
.
"
We
're
going
to
eat
in
a
minute
.
"
"
Mommy
,
could
I
have
some
meatballs
on
a
saucer
to
take
to
my
room
?
"
asked
Eric
in
his
most
persuasive
voice
.
"
But
we
're
going
to
have
dinner
in
a
minute
or
two
,
darling
,
"
said
Mommy
.
"
Oh
,
please
!
"
said
Eric
.
"
After
dinner
I
'll
tell
you
why
.
"
