øvelse 8, hvis der er nogen der vil rette den ville det være perfekt.. :)

Harold was really mad. His cycle ride was fallen through. He looked forward for trying his new red bicycle, and the ride from Birmingham to the country Knowle 10 kilometers from the centre of Birmingham was gone very well. But the front wheel of the cycle was making a strange noise. He took a 5 minutes break, and was on the way home again. He drove fast through the sharp turns of the hills, and in the same moment the nut from the front wheel jumped off. He was just lying with the nose on the black surface of the hard asphalt. More precisely the color of the asphalt was the same ass the cycle’s. Bloody red! He limped into the clinic which was in the end of the hill, but the secretary sent him home in a taxi, because the doctor’s surgery hours were past for that day. In the taxi he had been told off by the driver, because his nose dripped blood on his seed, and because he did not have money enough. I am not a poor saver. Did the man say. I must think of my wife’s new coat, the kids winter boots, the dogs hee collar and what I self owe to the pub. Now Harold lied home in the safety of the living room, but he knew he would have to pinch his brothers cycle to drive to the dentist. The half of the right front teeth must lie on the end of the Knowle-hill.