Dear reader 
        I apologize for the skipping of today's daily story. It is skipped because of the preparing of the new series by Ms. Daffydowndilly. Instead, I have a song. Skipping would happen occasionally for the same reason or other reasons.
                                                                              With all due respect,
                                                                                               The Editor

                                Hello, hello, who's up there
                                Sitting stead'ly by your chair.
                                Oh, no, oh, no! Look up there!
                                Something strange keeps blow your hair.
                                "Oh mine," I said. "Don't be mad!
                                Someone here would save your head!"
                                Suddenly here comes your lad,
                                Poorly says, "I gonna dead!"

                                How d'you do when you were small,
                                Always crawling wall to wall?
                                What did you do When you're tall,
                                What events would you recall?
                                "Nothing's up there, little boy.
                                Let's play and babble with most joy!
                                No one's going to annoy,"
                                Said the silly Mr. Soy.

        When you see something unawares pop out in front of you, or the monitor, you will react to the unexpected stimulus by a great amout of surprise, or even shock, and this best discribe what I feel in the morrow. 
        The fluffy monster who blocked my way to Room 726 seemed that he was not going to block me anyway. Maybe he was interested in a foreign language, or maybe he found that it was tiring to blocked me as I can felt that he was exhausted. But when I went to the Room 726, the door was locked. I knocked. Someone said, " Who's it?" and I know he is the grey-headed boy at once. I knocked again, but in a different format, as to tell him who I am. But after I knocked, there was a great noisy sound. I broke the door with my cane but it seemed to be locked with many locks. I turned my cane into the sharpest thing I had ever had and cut the locks as there were more sounds, sounds of broking glass, dropping sand bucket, spreading toxic gases and the most terrible of all. "Doom!" The sound sounded like the floor was broken as I cut the left of the door, which was not the place where doorknob and doorlocks place and broke into the room, there was a broken line on the floor.



P.S. This episode is short because I need to reply the letter from a adorable lady, Ms. Daffydowndilly .




P.P.S. The letter is below:

Dear Iwred ,
I'm glad to tell you that I have a great idea of story! Indeed, it's my husband idea but because his rhetoric is not very good, he told me to write the story for him, but don't tell anyone! In this letter, I hope that you can post it as to make everyone know my story (or my husband). I think I should say no more words. 
        Please write soon. 
                                                                                                         Love, 
                                                                                                    Daffodil

        What do you expect to see when you turn on the monitor? Do you expect to see your favourite star? Do you expect to see the woman you love carrying a Hermès hand bag, or toilet materials brand named TOTO? Do you like to see a picture of rainbow in a distaught rainy day? Would you mind to look at the boy who upset you? Whatever you choose, I do not expect you would like to see a monster.
        Once I saw a monster of the monitor, who blocked me to the room 726 in a Hotel Yardstick Slapstick Chewstick. I supposed this monster was ordered by a boy in the toilet, which was grey-headed. The door of the toilets is carved with a scorpion, which is the insigna of the boy. Outside the windows of the toilets, there was a tree. The tree was as happy as the boy, as the boy was as old as the tree. 
        The boy called out with his coarse voice "I don't know what are you saying ." He made the grammatical mistake that he had been making for a long time, as he did not seem to correct it although someone told him so.
        The monster looked like a cross of a dog and a bear, which is the name every one called him. Once I disguised as a pile of dirt but he seemed to see through me as I was blocked unexpectably. I looked through the window of the toilets as the boy blocked me with his curtain that had the insigna on it; The monster must have called the boy "beware of the dust". It seemed that I lost contact with them; the boy said he would not blocked me unless I bothered him but he seemed to be very bothered, and of course, very concerned.

　　睇唔明英文既人睇中文。我唔鍾意半句就一行。睇唔明跟住段嘢的咪鬼睇。

　　勿發狼戾。

        I'm thinking of a story concerns a gray-headed boy. Guess who he is. If someone I know guess it right, he(or she)'ll get a prize. The story also concern a white-faced boy, and also you can guess who he is.