The Singing Inspector

I was waiting in the class room for our singing inspecter, Raymond, witch we call him Mr R.

He wears big knickerbockers,or I would say huge. He has very big stockings. His face is red and shaped like a circle and very funny eyes. Like goosberrys and golden curls on his round red 

head.

Everyone says that he is the most hateful lest man they know and I say say that too in a very unpleasant way.this is what he did to me and other children who could not sing. Benny and Charles were first, they stood  in front and sang but they did not even now a single, song.  He only song they new was petty poly so they sang,Mr R shouted. He said we were such a waste of time  and it was my tern next.  I was really nervous and scared.  what he would to me,he called Gladys and I up, I tried to hide, but he caught me and  I was frightened Gladys was shaking next to me.

I could not sing even Gladys could not, Mr R said get these paralised mutes out. I had the worst dream that night. Mr R was bitting my head off with his white bright big teeth. Now as I can,t sing because of what happened. Now I sit with the boys who do exams.