Mikkel var pakket ind i sin varme vinterjakke, mens han stod ved kanten af Møns Klint.

Mikkel was wrapped up in his warm winter coat as he stood at the edge of Møns Klint.

Den skarpe vind gav hans kinder en rød glød, og det grå hav slog mod klipperne nedenfor.

The sharp wind gave his cheeks a red glow, and the gray sea crashed against the cliffs below.

Birgitte og Viggo, hans forældre, tog billeder af det imponerende landskab.

Birgitte and Viggo, his parents, took pictures of the impressive landscape.

Mikkel skottede til dem og mærkede længslen efter at dele noget særligt med dem.

Mikkel glanced at them and felt the longing to share something special with them.

"Se, hvor smukt det er!"

"Look how beautiful it is!"

sagde Birgitte, mens hun pegede kameraet mod horisonten.

said Birgitte, pointing the camera towards the horizon.

"Ja, smukt," svarede Viggo, med hænderne dybt begravet i lommerne.

"Yes, beautiful," replied Viggo, with his hands deeply buried in his pockets.

Men Mikkel havde et andet blik.

But Mikkel had a different perspective.

Han så efter fossiler.

He was looking for fossils.

Der var noget i de hvide skrænter, der kaldte på ham.

There was something in the white cliffs that called to him.

Han havde læst om ammonitter, der gemte sig mellem lagene af kridt.

He had read about ammonites hidden among the layers of chalk.

"Jeg vil gå lidt længere ned," sagde han og pegede mod en sti, der snog sig ned ad bakken.

"I want to go a bit further down," he said, pointing to a path that wound down the hill.

"Pas nu på, det er glat," advarede Birgitte, lidt bekymret.

"Be careful, it's slippery," warned Birgitte, a little concerned.

"Jeg skal nok," svarede Mikkel og begyndte sin forsigtige nedstigning.

"I will," replied Mikkel and began his cautious descent.

Mikkel gik langsomt.

Mikkel walked slowly.

Underlaget var glat, og han måtte holde fast i de bare grene for at holde balancen.

The ground was slippery, and he had to hold on to the bare branches to keep his balance.

Han kunne høre sine forældre snakke bag sig.

He could hear his parents talking behind him.

Langt om længe stødte han på noget.

At long last, he stumbled upon something.

En glimt af noget, der skinnede blandt kridtet.

A glint of something that shone among the chalk.

Han bøjede sig ned og skrabede forsigtigt.

He bent down and carefully scraped at it.

En ammonit!

An ammonite!

"Hvor er du dog fin," hviskede han, øjnene strålende af opdagelsen.

"How beautiful you are," he whispered, his eyes shining from the discovery.

Men da han ville rejse sig, opdagede han, at stien var blevet endnu mere glat.

But when he tried to get up, he realized the path had become even more slippery.

Han tog en dyb indånding.

He took a deep breath.

Han prøvede at tage et skridt tilbage, men gled lidt.

He tried to take a step back but slipped a little.

Fra toppen hørte han pludselig sin mors stemme.

From the top, he suddenly heard his mother's voice.

"Mikkel, er du okay?"

"Mikkel, are you okay?"

"Jeg har fundet en ammonit!"

"I found an ammonite!"

råbte han tilbage.

he shouted back.

"Men det er glat!"

"But it's slippery!"

Viggo og Birgitte skyndte sig hen til kanten.

Viggo and Birgitte hurried to the edge.

De så deres søn stå dernede, lidt usikker på benene, men tydeligt begejstret.

They saw their son standing down there, a bit unsure on his feet but clearly excited.

Med forsigtige skridt kom de ned til ham.

With careful steps, they made their way down to him.

"Wow, den er smuk!"

"Wow, it's beautiful!"

sagde Birgitte, da hun fik øje på fossilen i hans hånd.

said Birgitte when she spotted the fossil in his hand.

"Vi må hellere hjælpe dig op igen," sagde Viggo og rakte hånden ud.

"We better help you back up," said Viggo, extending his hand.

Med fælles kræfter kom de alle op af den glatte stigning.

With combined efforts, they all made it up the slippery climb.

Mikkel stod tilbage med fossilen i hånden, og den varme følelse af at have delt noget vigtigt med sin familie.

Mikkel stood there with the fossil in his hand, and the warm feeling of having shared something important with his family.

På vejen hjem talte de om geologi og fossiler.

On the way home, they talked about geology and fossils.

Mikkel forklarede ivrigt, hvad han vidste.

Mikkel eagerly explained what he knew.

Pludselig var det som om, de alle så på klipperne med nye øjne.

Suddenly, it was as if they all looked at the cliffs with new eyes.

Den dag på Møns Klint blev en dag, hvor Mikkel opdagede, at hans interesse kunne bringe familien tættere sammen.

That day at Møns Klint became a day where Mikkel discovered that his interest could bring the family closer together.

Og mens de gik tilbage mod bilen, kunne han svagt høre havets brusen som en venlig påmindelse om dagens succes.

And as they walked back to the car, he could faintly hear the sea's roar as a friendly reminder of the day's success.