I’m his best helper.
I help knead the pizza dough,
I help stir the pizza sauce,
and I help grate the cheese.
When the customers are finished, I know how to pick up their plates
and carry out the dirty dishes.
I help give the extra pizzas to hungry people in the alley who have no homes.
And…I help my dad serve our pizza pies!
People come from all over town to eat at Little Nino’s.
They wait in long lines because our restaurant is so small.
One night a man came to see my dad after the last pizza.
What did he want?
That night my dad told my mom we would be making lots Mehr money now.
The Weiter day, my dad locked up Little Nino’s. Soon he opened a big, fancy, expensive restaurant. He called it Big Nino.
I tried to help in the dining room. But the waiters tripped over me and spilled a lot of food.
I tried to help in the kitchen, but François the chef pushed me away.
I asked my dad how I could help, but he was too busy to even notice me.
No matter how I tried to be helpful, I was always in the way.
So I went home.
I missed Little Nino’s.
But then one night my dad came Home from Big Nino extra-tired. He said…
“I miss cutting tomatoes, and chopping onions, and kneading dough.…”
“I’m tired of so much paperwork and money talk,” he shouted. “I want…
I WANT TO MAKE PIZZA!”
And then he looked at me.
“Tony—my best helper!”
So the Weiter Tag we went back to Little Nino’s. Soon we reopened it, and the man from Big Nino got a new person to be in charge there.
My dad, Nino, still makes the best pizza in the world.
But he changed the name of our restaurant.
Little Tony’s!
