the nutter
well we ran and ran intill we could not run no more.You know when you
get puffed out, we saw the road and came to a path.A few killometers
up the path we bupped into a short little maori boy with freckles and
a strange looking face he was wearing a blue hat and his school bag on
he told us about his lovely girlfriend ivanna which was a unusual
story for we did not no this boy.this boys name was
shan
