it has been a tormenting day as i can describe it: well this isn't though just the only word i can use.
the day started off pretty well. a nice hot cup of milo and a luncheon meat and bread. and a bowl of mashed egg with sauce. sounds yummy but when you're eating it at the break of dawn, it doesn't taste as pleasing.
the next thing to come, was the wooden wagon. made of pure bark sprayed silver bronze. a lovely wagon indeed. a little lady at one side and the other to fan the heat from my face. i sat at front of the wagon but not with control of the noisy horses.
soon, i reached school, an old torn down building that was half dead and half alive cos of the children in it. my sister went off to her classroom with rottening wooden tables and chairs. i slept a little in the wagon as it bumped along the dusty and rocky clay road.
the sun was beaming as i entered the city. soon enough, i was at the turf ready to run. the little houses we had were named yackore, sillson, mackonn and deie. i was in yackore. i started trodding over the mud as soon as the flute started to play. the distance was long about 4 kashbits but i ran and walked. i trodded over piled high mud and mountains that stood in the way. i walked lazily as my feet failed me. they stopped and so had i. my friend was already half to the end of the horizon while i was far behind trying to find the Walker Family. unfortuanately all i could see were the Heeder family and the Spanster family. they were all before me at about 1 kashbit.
at the end, i collapsed onto the clay broke floor as i spoke gasping for air to my fren, Mary from the Spanster family. she talked and walked about pouring water everywhere as the clay dissolved and fell to bits. metal mentle showed. i yawned.
the cheers of high were loud indeed. they scremed and yell forever. but we lost even so for our voice so hoarse and word so lame. at last gone home.
to lunch cried Mary's dad from the Limbo family. they were great athletes hadden you known? they like to take me out for luncheon and send me back in their grey painted wagon with only a small donkey. they athletes had no need for large wagons and horses.
luncheon was a plate of glutinous rice and old meat. mary had a dish of hot sauce and grainey peas known to the Limbo family as rice. i ate tried some. phew so plain it was. no taste. what a lunchon she had. we also had cubed cake made of pure carrot and black sauce. it was great! when you ate it with a envy fok. it tasted delicate indeed.
then, i was back at home to study. on my blue painted peeling chipped table, i took out my book made of paper yellow with age. and the most advanced writing instrument, the pencicule. it was made of a material called lead found in gold mines! i like it. mine is painted brown and blue. they are so expensive that i can only afford one.
after hearing my day........typed by the advanced computer back then when pencils were expensive...
a chirp from a bird means nothing more than a thought
