Bill's New Job
Once upon a time there was a very nice man named Bill. He worked in an office, but found his job very tiresome. "Oh dear!" sighed Bill, at the end of a very long dull week, " I really must look for another job, one a bit more exciting!" So, that very day, he put away his pens, said goodbye to everyone in the office and left.
"What job shall I do now?" Bill asked himself, as he walked home. " Shall I be a farmer, or a barker, or a bus driver, or a bricklayer?" Bill wondered if he needs special training for these jobs. Suddenly, he thought of a marvelous idea, "I'll be a burglar! that's sure to be different!" So that day, Bill went to the library and took out a book called How To Be A Successful Burglar. 'You will need soft shoes to walk on tiptoe, a mask to disguise your face, a powerful torch to use on pitch-black nights, a rope ladder to climb in and out of tall buildings...' the book said '...and a big sack to carry the loot.' "Oh dear me," gasped Bill. "I hate heights and I'm afraid of the dark but I do want to be a burglar." He thought for a while, "I know I'll go out in the daytime!"
The very next morning, Bill took some money out of his bank account and bought all the things he needed to be a real burglar. The afternoon was bright and sunny. "What a lovely day for my very first burglary," said Bill, so straight away he set off down the road with his mask on his face and a huge sack slung over his shoulder. As Bill walked through the town, people came out of the banks and shops to say hello to their friend as passed by. " How can I be a burglar with this crowd behind me?" said Bill, rather surprised. At last, they reached the town hall and the Mayor himself came out to greet Bill. "What a wonderful costume!" laughed the Mayor as he handed Bill an enormous silver cup. "You have just won first prize in this afternoon's fancy dress competition! Well done!" Everyone cheered, but Bill looked a bit glum. "I'll never make a burglar!" he sighed. "Everyone has recognised ma and now I don't have a job!"
Poor Bill took off his burglar's mask and sat down on the steps of the town hall. "Would you like a job working for me?" asked the Mayor, who saw how downhearted Bill looked. "I need someone to drive my long black car and look after my golden regalia!" Bill agreed at once. He put on his brand new chauffeur's uniform and while no-one was looking, threw the burglar's outfit into the nearest dustbin!
By:lyssa:)
