the IV. chapter of the book The True Story About My Life is here for you. Enjoy it!
The True Story About My Life
Writing books is a very easy work, really. You have only to know what do you want to say and how. The other things are not appreciable.
When I was a small boy, I was about seven, I wolked with my Peggy – in that time she was one years old. One day we passed the bookseller´s in our village, Pegggy started suddenly to bark and it was a very loud and quite inconvenient barking, I thing. She was standing in the front of the store and still barking. Her eyes piercingly burned through the shop window. I was looking for an uncommon thing and quait down was lying a sober thin tiny book with the title My diary and a subtitle This is actually not real diary, this is a real book! In that moment I understood Peggy´s bad behaviour. She was usually a distinguished young lady. Sometimes she was like a tomboy but only sometimes.
Well, my dear readers. And so it happen I´ve started to write my first book. However, I think, Peggy ´s written something down in her kenel too. I´m afraid I´m not sure, because she´s never shown me that. In spite of that it was great, I think.
16. 10. 2014