riding on my bicycle i saw a motorcrash, a proper motorcrash and
lots of spectators. i rushed to the centre saw the injured parents, cuts on



the children, an awful motorcrash. dangerous terribly bloody motorcrash,
destructive motorcrash. took the mother, sneaked with her secretly all the way
to my home, and nursed her gently put on her bandages, gave her milk and
biscuits, she sighed pleasantly after this awful motorcrash. that girl on that
bicycle showed great interest in all the motorcrashes in the neighbourhood,
she look quite innocent, but believe you me i know what innocence looks like
and it wasn't there, after she got that bicycle. then we disguised ourselves,
took a taxi to her home, when her husband opened the door she introduced her-
self, he said "where have you been all this time?"