Antek’s Pierogi Pocket — Under the bright Kraków morning, Antek pressed cardboard towers into place with sticky flour paste. Read the full story →
Under the bright Kraków morning, Antek pressed cardboard towers into place with sticky flour paste. Snip-snip went his scissors; tap-tap went his pencil as he drew windows, roofs, and a long wall for his handmade castle parade. On the table sat two warm pierogi, soft as pillows and smelling of butter. “One more tower!” Antek called, and his paper city stood tall enough for his toy flags to flutter.
He picked up the smaller pierogi for a snack, and a folded red-and-white scrap slipped from its pocket. Not filling—paper! Antek opened it and found the bumpy outline of Poland, cut by his big cousin and tucked there as a surprise. He glued the shape above his castle and set the pierogi beside it like two little boats. If you peek at the towers and the dumplings, can you spot where Antek’s proud snip-snip morning ended?
