He stole my Angry Birdie

I could have never known his name, nor did he ever want to tell me his name. He was only a small boy not older than ten. I called him Goodey Mickle because he had been too mean to acquaint me with his name. He forced even Barry Fulukawa's daughter to keep her name in secret. He could become quite angry when I tried to chat with him. I called him angry birdie one day, in his daddy's presence, when he yelled at me. His daddy asked me with a faint smile to draw a picture of Angry Birdie on the computer in my office. I did that at his request and signed my name on the picture. I had been really shocked to hear such an American boy having compiled a game called just Angry Birdie. It has been regarded as a rumor that Americans are day burglars, now I do believe that.

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