Incredibly Witty Article written by a customer. Reading a book in class, Using the vocabulary given.
HPS
I am not a trifle glib of tongue, but I’ll tell you a cute story:
I am a happy dog. I have a good memory matress and a warm blanket where I can huddle. My dad and my mum have decked the room ,heated by an Inglewood hearth, where I sleep.
On Christmas eve I met a lame old man who was looking for food in the trash near the great bulk of the cathedral. He was limping and shivering.
I ran to him and surprisingly he followed me. I took him into my room and lent him my matress so that he can rest: and picked up a garland to make him a Christmas finery and laid against him to warm him. He fell asleep.
When my mum came she looked at us dryly. I gave her my cocker eyes. She went out but ,after a while, came back with two smoking plates full of pieces of wild boar haunch: one for the man and one for me.
I had made a new friend and adopted him and even for the holidays I will not give up on him.
I am seriously thinking of creating a Human Protection Society (HPS).