The sun rose up from the back of the mountain into the bright azure sky, as a sign to greet the beginning of a new day. The low early sunshine was streaming through the woods and the grass was gray with the dew and the cobwebs were like silver. It was not like the other days that rained. Just beside the long street was a little, dark-wooded tree, about the size of an apple tree. The leaves were whitish and rather papery, like the herb called Honesty, and it was loaded with little brown fruits that looked rather like dates. On the branches toward the top of the tree, there was a wonderful bird roosting. The tiniest slit of one eye was open. It was larger than an eagle, its breast saffron, its head crested with scarlet, and its tail purple. It was so delightful to hear Nightingales singing their joyful songs in this pleasant climate.
It was the loveliest morning, as if God had decorated it for me.
I felt so wonderful and stimulated because today is my fifteenth birthday. I had been waiting for this day for a long, long time. I had invited a lot of my friends especially my best friend, Owen. And particularly, I was very animated and touched to see my father, mother, and brother in the kitchen the whole day cooking and arranging all the excellent food for me. They also ordered the cake that I really liked from the popular restaurant and decorated it for me by themselves. So, these were the most important present for me.
While I was waiting for my friends, I turned on my computer to check my e-mails and the e-card in the Internet. I checked for a second. Suddenly the news popped up. "The world will...