"It’s the buttermilk!” Clarence insisted.
“It’s the baking soda!” argued Jane.
Louisa shook her head, “I think he beats the eggs before he adds them and that puts extra air bubbles in the batter.”
Every Saturday morning, Clarence and his older cousins, Jane, and Louisa, walked to Walt’s Diner and Truck Stop, where the sign bragged about the fluffiest silver dollar pancakes in the county. Last week, they had asked Mr. Green how he made his pancakes so fluffy. His only reply was, “Green Family Secret.” Mr. Green seemed pleased that the trio wanted to know. “A good secret is better when somebody else wants to know it,” Mr. Green had said.
Jane climbed up to the stool at the counter, reached for the newspaper, and read aloud, “SCIENTISTS BLAME CLIMATE CHANGE, PREDICT WORST HURRICANE YEAR”.
Mr. Green mumbled, “Carbon dioxide.” Then louder, he asked, “What’ll you have? Orange juice?”
“Two orange, one grape. What’s carbon dioxide?” answered Clarence.
“It’s a gas,” said Walter. “Pancakes?”
“We all want pancakes, extra fluffy, no bacon or eggs,” said Jane.
“Do you think we’ll really have the worst hurricane year?” asked Louisa.
“Global warming is a problem, but hurricanes are hard