My birthday ago I ever found in a rage and There is no sound, laughing .
I remember My father used to tell me stories or To ever teach me
‘’A Serpent in the course of its wanderings
came into an armorer’s shop.
As he glidede over the floor
he felt his skin pricked by a file lying there.
In a rage
He turned round upon it
and tried to dart his fangs into it,
But it can not do any harm to hone it even less.
It finally gave up and intend to eventually.
Every time I used to listen to So I know ‘’ Very angry, it is very hurt‘’