It was 1863. The night has fallen quietly, as it was silent as a public library in the middle of the day. Finally, he thought. Time to count the stars. The author reminded him self that, it would be a cloudy night. He would have been lucky to spot a star. As he came out of his wooden house, with his candle and a quilt with some drawing paper, he finally caught something magnificent. A shooting star. And so he made a wish.
He also wondered, did these types of wishes come true. Was he so sure that one day his dream would come true. He had a brilliant idea that instead of a quilted feather, he would use an instrument to write with better than a quilt.It would have saved a lot of feathers, he thought.
He also wished he could go back in time and erase what he had written. But some times, his idea's would have been kept private and a secret. Not all the time, this would have been imagined proven and true. He drew a wishing star, and then his idea came out of the blue.
He started to draw a pen! Funny and ironicly , he laughed at his idea. And he thought that would never have happened.
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