''Ah..'' he said as he dashed over. The manacles looked too new to fit in with what he already saw before. He took out a small lockpick and set it in the hole. He cringed expecting a shock. When it didn't come, he continued the picking. he set the second tool in and adjusted the torque against the chamber. After a few minuites the manacles sprang open and he stood holding out his hand. ''Please don't tell the matrÃ¨ de, he would fire me for doing that.''
I like this poem.
One bright day, in the middle of the night, two dead boys stood up in fright. Back to back, they faced each other. Drew their swords, and shot each other. The deaf policeman heard the sound, and put those boys back in the ground. If you don't believe this lie is true, ask Harry the blind man, he saw it too!