The Carpenter Fiction.

Woody was his nicname because he was a carpenter who bodged up some D.I.Y jobs He made his daughter a dolls cot and fell to bits and a chest of drawers the drawers wouldn't fit. It was a blastering wind, the hats blowing of peoples heads, icecream dropping on ground, books and papers fluttering. Children tring to button coats up, Woody had his tools with him and a saw, went into the music hall their long dresses torn by the wind and top hats didn't fit Red faces everywhere, so woody set up his tressle and planes, put on the electric saw, a fire was on to keep warm, he for got his hands bit damp, sudden bang and a fire broke out, glass and windows broken Cast practising all shaking up. Woody so sorry they all cleared up. Woody went home not thinking straight, as he pulled up in his car all the lights sparkling in the house, funny I switched them of so he thought, as he climbed the stairs the curtains were alight, he had left a plug in fused caused a fire. Had to call the fire brigade, he tried with water no good. The lesson he learnt was go back to night school and learn to be a proficient carpenter.