Is it due me that gets it?

It can confuse a child if they try to figure it out hard enough... and... how does that influence your IQ? haha
It was a lamp for sure I mean at first glance you see it kinda looks like a bikini but then you assume from and it's def a lamp.

I'm 17 and i wrote this log for children. Hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

Virgo sat down on his bed. He held in his lab a Brobdingnagian magic book that he had been reading since yesterday.

“Virgo...’ a raw voice came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is given”

Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Nightfall had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the field. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very sustained time.

“Now it’s time for them to know. I don’t care what they will say,” Virgo said to himself as he examined his outrageous, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a luxurious-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer smother the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.

Slowly, he kind-heartedness of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole fantastic to know.


As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the book falsification open on his bed. He walked back, clasped the book that was at least five times heavier than he was, and slid it under his bed with a dynamic push.



Virgo jumped down the stairs, taking each two steps in one hurdle. He smiled high up as his mother approached the stairs and beamed back at him. “Bear down on on darling” Mrs. Farkor said holding a tray of orange power‘father is waiting for you in the living room”

Virgo scurried to the living apartment. There he found Mr. Farkor with his broad, puffing chest, red scarf, and extended pointy tail that twisted around the chair’s arm, sitting quietly at the food table.

Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.

“Solid evening father.” Virgo pulled out his cathedra that was shorter than the other chairs.

‘Good evening Virgo.” Replied Mr Farkor with his low disclose. “How was your day? Still reading”

Virgo nodded, trying to shun a certain reply so that he won’t have to mention the magic book. ‘Yeah still reading....’

Mrs. Virgo walked in with a tray of steaming turkey. She placed it on the steppe and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.

It was a delicious repast. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the disc-like table.

“Now tell me darling,’ said Mrs. Farkor ‘do you like the rice and turkey’. Mrs. Farkor said, halfway through the do to excess.

Virgo nodded placing down the spoon and facing the triangular, glad face of his mother. “Yeah I love it overprotect. But I need to tell you something else, away from the food.”

“Oh. Ha-ha” Mr. Farkor laughed out “yeah. You will determine us of the book you have been reading today. Very well, I want to know all about it. Lately I found no occasion to read at all”

‘No father. ‘Said Virgo clearing his throat ‘I covet to tell you something else’

“Go on dear’ said Mrs. Farkor placing a amiable paw over her son’s arm “is there’s anything you feel bad about”

“No mother but...” Virgo stopped for a two shakes of a lamb's tail, “I want to be a magician.”

Utter silence knock over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the tabular and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the sod bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle section.

“Darling …’ Mrs. Forkor dashed at her husband bringing him up to his feet. “What happened?”

She raised her head for towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her suppress’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding treasured’ said Mrs. Farkor “right adorable?’

‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his oversee, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I crave to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Razzle-dazzle people all around the world”

Virgo bounded high up and kill on his hind limbs. He raised his hand and swayed it aged up, imaging a wand in it. “I’ll put a spell on anyone that comes in my way. Send bats at him...Wahoo”

“Stay it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stop it now. How taunt you mention the word spell in our holy house?”

“Placate down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her husband’s risky shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her hand away and sauntered, wth vehemence in his eyes, towards Virgo.

“If I hear you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this clan” Mr. Farkor raised a threatening finger against Virgo’s extensive snout. “Magic is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things become of come upon to those who practice it”

“I don’t care father” Virgo stepped dull “I’ll go out of the kingdom if so. I want to be a magician”

“Enough.” Mr. Farkor quaked his peak and furiously smashed an ashtray standing at the mantle ruined. The ashtray fell in pieces to the wooden floor. Virgo stepped retrogressively, tears swelling up in his eyes, and he ran to his room.

After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his top a intercept under the pillow. Th