It's 6:30 on a cool fall morning, I Just woke up to get some tea, get ready for work. I go out on my balconey and look down apon all the carriages passing by, when I see some horrid black smoke rise from the factory across the river. "Dang factory gonna kill us all" I mutter. I had never been on the other side of the river, resricted access ever since I was a kid, But I also knew they were up to some shady stuff. Today was my lucky day if you would call it that, I get to go interview the owners. after I was done with my tea and got dressed, I went down to my garage, grabbed my horses, strapped them to my carriage and I was on my way to the other side of the river. I work for the london times, I get to do something new every couple of days, like last week I interviewed the people that claimed something about "flying cows and sheep trrorizing the country side."
Sorry I couldn't finish it I have to do something else right now.
