Unfortunately the charge has not been wavered like quavers but I feel that I need to write this story (dedicated to Jonathon Melton).
I own your soul
The story begins with pudding in bathhampton and the ignorance of one silly little boy. The sun was shining and it was time for pudding. Jonathon Melton offered to order the pudding, there were at least five choices of pudding, I requested 'Crumble of the Day' unless the crumble of the day contained fruits of the forest. If the crumble of the day was fruits of the forest, i humbly requested the chocolate cake with custard instead of ice cream. Jonathon Melton returned with the toffee pear. I think, Jonathon Melton, I make my point quite clearly and I am sure that Lizzie Walder agrees with me. I thought this day should be documented for future reference and this is a balanced account.
Today Masarat Rashid believed that all the sheep with black faces were men.