Ones a politime there was a boy caled  bob bob was the master a music  well mostly on the violin. One day he was at school but his littel  son cald jack. One day his bruther mest whith his violin. But now it was  completly out of tuen  mum he mest whith my violin jack wat it was not me are you shor yes ok i will ceep a aie on him ok mum i can here you. O ye  you no you can whisper ok k fine you got us . I new it bbut dont do that plees.

benedict