Dear Father,
Today I was street walking and I was very interesting because it was the Rash Hour. I lernt a important English costume. I jumpt in a bus and the conducteress said I had a bleeding cheek and the parsons which was standing on the busstop with me were very angry. I not understand why because my cheek was OK. Then one nice old fat lady sat beside me and explained me about the English que and now I will explain you.
One man stand because he no more want to be street walking and he look up to the sky. This is a free country and no law say he not stand if he no want. Than an other man see him and he say to hisself what is the stranger uplifting his eyes, so he stand besides him and he look up to. So soon there become a long tail of people and this name is que. This is a very important English rule and there is ques for everythings and the last man which come, to the back he must go because the last must be the first never. There are the que gardens but these are spelled Kew. The English are all patients and wait like the sheeps. I like the ques because there is no fight and it is the most quickest in the end.
The dinner bell in the hostile has rung just, so I stop and begin to que outsite the cantin to get inside. Then I peck up a tray and I joyn the que again at the counta. Aunty Alice thank Allah every night for what we are out to reseeve. And I thank Allah to and I ask Him to defend my stomache from what I reseeve espechally the suede pudding.
Yours loving son,
Iziz
