Not long ago I bought the most wonderful invention on the world. It was a new car. I saved up money for it for a very long time. It was Porsche. It was my dream from my childhood. I had a lot of posters of it in my room and now it stands in my yard in front of my house. Finally my dream could come true. First time after buying I kept my purchase in my garage. I was afraid I could damage it or worse get in a crash. So, I just looked on it and admired it. I was on the top of the world and felt very happy. After some time I decided to share with my happiness with people and 21t September I first time drove on it to my work. I was very proud. I drove very carefully and slowly, in spite of all cars drove behind me were very displeased and honked their horn impatiently, but I didn’t care I drove my Porsche. I parked my auto and went to my office. During the day I looked and checked my car all the time, everything was alright. When I finished my work I was going to drive home. When I rode out from parking I suddenly damaged neighboring car and broсked reversing light, but thanks God my auto was alright. It was John Freeman’s car. And John Freeman was my boss very greedy, impudent and revengeful man. I was scared and knew if Mr. Freeman would find out it was me who damaged his car he would kill me, but I wanted to live, and I rapidly ran away. I hoped no one could see me. Next morning when I left my house I saw a terrible picture. My car stood without wheels. Someone took them off at night when I was sleeping. I was mazed and confused. Where, where my wheels? What an idiot could invent this? These questions flashed through my mind. Then I remembered yesterday’s accident. I got a taxi and arrived to work. I was raving with anger. I burst into boss’s cabinet and began shout. I shout that broken light didn’t coast four Porsche’s wheels and demanded to return it back. I was on the rampage. But Mr. Freeman couldn’t understand anything what I was talking about. As it found out, Mr. Freeman sold his car to Gregory my colleague who even didn’t mention the breakdown. I was very embarrassed, I shout to my boss in vane. But he recently bought new auto too, so he could understand my feelings. And as for my Porsche, it was neighboring boys. They decided it would be very funny to steal wheels and to watch my reaction. When I returned home wheels were under my door. But nevertheless, I made complain to their parents that they give them a good hammering and they would never come to my new auto.
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