The Man Who Knew
One day long ago there was an old man named Mr.Guy. Mr.guy was a short and thin not like other old men who were usually short and fat. Mr. Guy was different he had long dark hair that went down to his feet and he wore shorts that stopped at his knee. Mr.Guy only had one leg. He used to tell the the neighborhood about it when they would some time ask him. He usually just told them bad things or the government. Mr.Guy used to babysit me when I was I think ten or eleven. He would tell me his story's of when he used to be in the military about what they did and the places he has been to. One time he told me the he jumped out of and airplane and landed in a tree and his friend helped him out even though he was getting shot
One day long ago there was an old man named Mr.Guy. Mr.guy was a short and thin not like other old men who were usually short and fat. Mr. Guy was different he had long dark hair that went down to his feet and he wore shorts that stopped at his knee. Mr.Guy only had one leg. He used to tell the the neighborhood about it when they would some time ask him. He usually just told them bad things or the government. Mr.Guy used to babysit me when I was I think ten or eleven. He would tell me his story's of when he used to be in the military about what they did and the places he has been to. One time he told me the he jumped out of and airplane and landed in a tree and his friend helped him out even though he was getting shot