His name is Mr. Wrong. He is a friend of mine. He is a handsome boy. He never does anything right. He is clever. I think he is the cleverest boy in class. But he never stands first in any examination. He always does everything opposite the others. If he is late for class, he walks slowly. When he has plenty of time, he runs fast. When the teacher says, “Close the books,” he immediately opens his. When everybody in class knows the correct answer, he gives a wrong one. If nobody knows the answer, he answers correctly.
At his birthday party, everyone wears clean clothes. What about Wrong? He wears dirty old clothes – the oldest ones that he can find. But when he cleans the house, he wears clean new clothes – the cleanest and newest that he can find. He lives upstairs. I do not hear him during the day. But at night, just when I am going to sleep, he begins to sing.