Chatterbox: Blab About Books

Hi! I made something on Inkwell and not a ton of people like that  so I'm going to try again here. My story is called Only Paki. 

Chapter 1

"Noo!" Paki lifted her head to see what the commotion was about. "NOOO!"

Paki grunted. It was her great grandfather arguing with the clockmaker again. She turned back to her doll.

"Mister, stop the yellin' or I'm gonna call the firemen," Paki heard the clockmaker say.
Oh, If just Grandy Jaki would stop arguing! It's all he ever did, or so it seemed.

"What's the prob, mister?" the clockmaker sounded weary of the many long days the arguments had happened. "I just take yur bag and I go!"

"Not that bag!" Grandy Jaki yelled. "I meant the other one! You know, that one." He pointed to a smaller bag in the corner of his toy shop.

"Oh, sure," the clockmaker said sarcastically. "What's wrong with this one?"

"Everything!" Grandy Jaki screamed. "Givvit!"

He grabbed the bag from the clockmaker and gave him the smaller bag. "There, you runt, take that!"

"Oh, fine, Mr. Jaki, and oh...oh..." the clockmaker hurried out of the shop in a flurry. Paki grinned. She knew the secret of the previous bag the clockmaker had took: on the inside of the bag were ancient words that may lead to a victim of fire, which was a rich man, and had the tokens of a rich man's life on his clothing.
Or at least, that was her grandfather's way of saying things in a 'different language'.

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So, that's part of chapter 1! This is a Red Robin (RR) and that means you all finish the story. Also, if you like, you can tell me parts of it you think we should take out. Or put in.

~Foxy

P.S. Hopefully this one will be enjoyed, unlike the other one!