He starts to stroll in the garden and write down the main points.
"He's a well planned boy. His points are beautifully written. I know his mom guides him in a special way as my mom does. My mom always says that world doesn't know about the body, but about what I do. His points are good, I always want to have beautiful dreams. I know when can have if we plan the day in a scouting way. It seems I have finside all points. I see, everting is noted down."
When I finish my writing, I move my eyes filled with joy to see him, so I look around the garden to see him.
As soon as we see each other, I wave my hand to him.
He runs towards me. I stand up. We both are happy. I hand over his notebook to him. We wish Happy Peace Night to each other and leave the peace garden.
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