
I read a book, The Nightingale.
Long long time ago, there was a king in China. He lived in a beautiful palace and its behind was a forest. A nightingale was living in it. He was very famous because of his sweet singing. People wrote books about him and the king read one of them. The king has never heard his singing and really wanted to hear it, he asked his servant to bring the nightingale. The servant found the nightingale and asked to come to the palace. The nightingale agreed and went to the palace. The king loved his singing very much so he asked the nightingale to stay with him and made a nice cage. One day Japanese king sent a toy nightingale to Chinese king.It sang very well so he loved it. Then he seemed to forget about the real nightingale so the nightingale went back to the forest. After for a while the toy broke. Several years later, the king got very sick. He missed the singing but there was no nightingales. One night the real nightingale heard the king was so sick and came to his window. He sang a song so well that the king became well. The king asked the nightingale to come back again but the nightingale said to him no. Instead of that, the nightingale told him to come to his window every night to sing. The nightingale's singing made him very happy.
