Chapter 5 THE CHRONICLES OF A DIARIST

AND PUMPKIN WHOM YOU WANT TO, THAT IN THE NEXT POINT I'M GOING DOWN.

ONE DAY MS. NICE FEARED INTO THE BUS, SAYING THAT THE BOMBERS WANTED TO STEALE HER COCADE.

I GAVE MY PLACE ON THE BENCH FOR HER TO SIT, I WAS FEARED, NERVOUS AND SWEATING MORE THAN HER FRUITS.

IT WAS NOT AMIGA NICE'S LUCK DAY, THE BUS BRAKING SO SUDDENLY, THAT A MUG WITH BEAN AND EGG CAME OUT OF NO THING.

FALLING INTO THE POOR'S LAP, IT WAS SO HOT, THAT SHE JUMPED UP, LEAVING ALL COCADA DOWN ON THE FLOOR, THE DAMAGE WAS GREAT, THE CANDIES WERE STRIPED ON, AND SOME SKILLED.

SHE HAS GONE OFF THE BUS DEATHED, AND CRYING A LOT I, AND MY MIGAS, WE WERE SAD, AND BELIEVE IT HAD BUMPERS, WHO LAUGHED AT THE POOR'S SITUATION, FOUND IT FUNNY TO SEE THE FLYING CANDY.

DONA NICE THE COCADER EVER GIVES UP, THE FOLLOWING MORNING, IT WAS THERE, AND IT WAS THE LAST DAY WE SAW HER, WITH A TRAY ON HER HEAD, AND HER COLORFUL, DELICIOUS CANDIES AND HER TOOTHED SMILE, I AND TANIA WERE WITNESSES, WE SAW WITNESSES CROSSING THE STREET, AND AN OUT-OF-CONTROL CAR, THROWED HIS BODY AGAINST