There was a man who lives in our neighborhood and was widely known for his complex english and for being an egghead.Once he had boasted of knowing several other ways of saying "birds of a feather flock together" for example he said,it can be reduce to "onitological specimen of identical plummage invariably congregate to the closest proximity" The man was ageing though and yet he lives alone in his house. Rumor had that the old grouchy man had lost all his family and that the reason why he lives cloistered alone with neither children nor a wife . All the kids in the neighborhood use to run away from this cranky man and fear to go near his house. Though a retired professor he was(atleast that's all we know and that what we nicknamed him)but he did not seem to be one.It sound like his education was getting him dotty. So one day a fire accident occurred in his house and the building burst into flames. The poor man ran out to call for help yelling"A gigantic conflagration is consuming my magnificent edifice".He should have simply said "my house is on fire help! help!! help!!!" Because no one really catch what the old man was gabbling all about(his language was too complex for people to understand)and no one come his aid he got the whole house burnt. I was there then watching the scene through my window laughing my head off "What a man because of complex english he got his whole house burnt. Thanks for reading the chapter one of my funny stories check up for the next chapter two!!! vote me and follow now still got more stories of other genres 💟💯