Johnson the paperback writer continued.

Part1

“I have wrote many a novel” pleads Johnson, “where are they” demands constable bob? “They were burnt

in the fire that destroyed my home” replies Johnson with tears in his eyes. “The law states that in order

for a person to be declared a paperback writer for year they have to have created at least ten legible

books” says bob. “You however have not have a single one” finishes bob as he shuts the jail cell door.

When Johnson was young he was fascinated by paperback books. Not only where the stories fascinating

but because the had paperbacks they were very flexible. When Johnson was five he made a rope out of

paperback books. He loved them so much that when he turned 18 he got himself officially declared a

paperback writer.

He wrote about 56 paperback books but unfortunately they were destroyed in a fire caused by too putting

much wood on the fire. This is how he ended up in jail.

Part2

Johnson got out his piataur and started to play it. One part of Johnson's history that I did no mention is

that he likes writing books about music. During one book he wrote about a piece of music that no regular

instrument could play, so he invented a new one. He felt so strongly about his new instrument that he

decided to make it. He loved his new instrument and he even invented new songs for it. But no one ever

heard him. He had always played where no one could hear him.

In his book the music had hypnotised the listeners but Johnson new that real life was different. The

instrument was vespine it had a guitar body but instead of changing chords by pressing strings you

played one of two pianos witch looked like wings. Johnson was getting hungry and luckily it was dinner

time. A guard came by with a plate of what looked like it had just come out of a cow's stomach. Johnson

was horrified but then something strange happened.

The guards face swirled into nothing and then it swirled back. Ahh screamed Johnson, dropping his

piatuar. Instantly the wasp head of the guard returned back to normal. Finally Johnson realised what and

why just happened. His instrument did exactly what it should do in his book...