Hello, I'm EmeraldTracy. This is my first Thunderbird fic. Please R&R.

Dear Virgil,

A little while ago father came home with a piece in his collar. He fell with the door in house and said that he was on the bottle. Grandma sat in sack and ashes and I had the country. The waterlanders came before the day.

"My poor little bloods of grandchildren!" Grandma wept, "Those poor sheep."

She was as the dead so afraid he beat the hand to himself.

He called: "Let me loose, I want to scoop a small air!"

I let my eye go over the past. I understand why father so often was in the oil, or had a buck wig on. I understood that I should have to shell my own little beans now and that from study could come nothing more. There sat nothing on but to stick my hands out of my sleeves. Naturally I should not be able to hold under Grandma, but perhaps I could earn a little cent to help her. I knew that I should have to give the playing football to it, and that I could set my hockey stick on the attic. But what gave that? I decided to put my best little leg before.

I went to father and said: "I lubricate him. I part out with my study and go to earn my bread."

He looked me on and said: "You are still wet behind your ears, but go your passage but."

So I packed my little furniture and took goodbye of Grandma. The weeping stood me nearer than the laughing, but I bit my teeth and held myself good. I picked the train to Kansas City. Underway it rained pipestems.

I came on in Kansas City, but now to see a little track. I was prepared to work hard for the board, but I would not let myself be sent with a clad into the rushes or have myself sold turnips for lemons. I walked over the streets. It was still raining old wives. I went the first the best office in. When I came in, I at once got the boss into my eyes.

I asked him: "Can you use an office servant?"

And wonder above wonder the man who stood me to word said: "Yes, I can use a little man, we have it very busy at the moment and we come a little man too short."

I asked: "What do you pay?"

And he said: "That hangs of from it. In my business it comes there on to for to be accurate and industrious. It cannot differ me what for diplomas you have, but the only thing that can differ me is how hard you work, and if you don't look on the clock every five minutes. If you satisfy me, I shall pay you 15 pounds a month for to begin, and you get a storing over three months."

I took the job and thanked the Mr. The Mr, who saw that there was something on the hand with me, said: "Well boy, the life is no little joke; hold yourself tough! Come following Monday! Till look! We shall best shoot on with each other."

I picked the train home. Father had left with the silent drum. I went to tell Grandma that everything had gone from a slate roof. I said that although father had left with the north sun, I should care for her. I told her that I had found a giant course with a giant boss. She said that she had always known that I was worth the salt in my porridge and that as long as I lived she would not see the future dark in...

Well, best bro, I lubricate him. Hold yourself at right angles!

Scott.