I'm 17 and i wrote this book for children. Count you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

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

“Virgo...’ a scratchy representative came from the lower floor. “ Virgo, Dinner is ripe”

Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Tenebriousness had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the realm. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very great 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 Negroid, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a exorbitant-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer repress the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.

Slowly, he reflecting of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole in every way to know.


As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the words lying 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 vigorous push.



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

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

Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.

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

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

Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a absolute 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 index and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.

It was a luscious meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the irrational table.

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

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

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

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

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

“No mother but...” Virgo stopped for a moment, “I want to be a magician.”

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

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

She raised her fount towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her quiet’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding enchanting’ said Mrs. Farkor “right enchanting?’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his fully under the pillow, crying.

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 organize”

Dinner? Virgo leaped of his bed and peeped out of the window. Unendingly had fallen and the stars were sparkling over the yellow lights of the area. Time has stolen Virgo through the pages of this book for a very big 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 embargo, shiny fur and slender arms in the mirror of his wardrobe. As a cat in a great-class family, Virgo was not allowed to speak some of his wishes, but now he knew that he could no longer preclude the feelings that drove him towards the one and only wish and it’s to become a famous cat magician.

Slowly, he design of the words he will say, rearranged them and decided that now was the best moment for the whole existence to know.


As he opened the door of his room, he remembered the soft-cover lying 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 telling push.



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

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

Mr. Farkor grimed thinly at Virgo.

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

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

Virgo nodded, trying to avoid a undisputed 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 comestible and sat beside her husband, under the gleaming lamp that hung from the ceiling.

It was a yummy meal. Plates of rice, bowls of peppered soap and dishes of grilled Australian rats, all spreading across the fallacious table.

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

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

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

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

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

“No mother but...” Virgo stopped for a assist, “I want to be a magician.”

Utter silence strike down over the dinning room. Then suddenly Mr. Farkor spewed out some grains of rice over the mesa and started coughing. His chair fell back. He dangled on the clay bumping into a vase of daffodils standing beside the mantle in agreement.

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

She raised her peak towards Virgo and smiled forcefully at him, her arms encircling her old man’s grayish neck. “He’s just kidding love’ said Mrs. Farkor “right apple of one's eye?’

‘no mother I’m not kidding” Virgo stood over his oversee, his paws sinking into the creamy cushion “I hunger for to be a great magician and fight evil wizards. Dazzle people all around the the human race”

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

“Stop it…” Mr. Farkor yelled, “Stanch it now. How dare you mention the word spell in our holy company?”

“Calm down darling” Mrs. Farkor patted her spouse’s hairy shoulder. Repulsively, Mr Farkor pushed her helping hand away and sauntered, wth fury in his eyes, towards Virgo.

“If I pay attention to you mention this once again you’ll be kicked out of this house” Mr. Farkor raised a intimidating finger against Virgo’s wide snout. “Illusion is a sin and here in our kingdom bad things happen to those who practice it”

“I don’t care paterfamilias” Virgo stepped backward “I’ll go out of the area if so. I want to be a magician”

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

After slamming the door, Virgo jumped to his bed and dipped his principal under the pillow. The sound of his sobs was loud. He tried to cease them as much as