The Furious Story. Part One: He Began to Write

Not long ago and not very far away, a schoolteacher retired from his work at the school and left the city of his birth to live in a small cottage, on a tiny creek in a dense forest.

He had always loved literature, a subject that he taught with considerable enthusiasm, and it was his life's goal that upon retirement he would write a great story – a tale with excitement and a sense of discovery.

And so, on his very first day at the cottage, right after breakfast, he sat at his desk with a cup of strong coffee and started his literary journey. He opened a notebook and began to write:

Once, at a very special moment in time, in a magical land, lived a remarkable person, and he was a...

he was a...

Curses, said the teacher, I don't know who he is. I don't know what he does. I can't picture him at all!

So the teacher put down his pen, and closed his notebook and decided to go for a walk.

In the woods, he thought, I shall find my inspiration. And so he meandered about the woods all day long, stopping only to eat the bread and cheeses he packed in his knapsack. And when it was dark, he returned to his cottage, too tired to write. He put a log on the fire, turned off the light and went to sleep.