Poole. This wonderful city is located in the south of England. My parents moved to that seaside city when I was two.
As usual, one morning I was running on the beach. While running, suddenly something rude hit me in the leg. It was a dirty bottle. I pulled it out and started observing. Suddenly I noticed, that there was a shilling paper-back book in the bottle. The book wasn’t kept good. Water had cleaned most of the letters, but I supposed that it was somebody’s diary.
One of my father’s friends was a clever palaeontologist. I decided to go to his house and show him the diary. He started touching the diary’s paper-back. He said that there was written “David Copperfield’s Magic Diary”. The palaeontologist gave me back the diary and asked me to inform him if I knew something about it. On the way back to home I was thinking about the meaning of the word “magic”. I thought that the “magic” was the human being and such individuals whose ideas never bore you.
When I returned home I decided to fill in the missing letters in the diary. I finished it in some hours and went to bed. When I got up I saw that the letters had disappeared and instead of it there was a map. I got up quickly and ran to the palaeontologist’s house. Nobody was at home. I looked at the map. The map was leading to the Poole’s Keynes church. I decided to go there. When I got there the map disappeared. I found my friend near the church. When I told him everything he decided to help me. Suddenly my friend’s leg hit on a small rock which turned round and we saw a crow’s stone head. We picked it up and I remembered the first chapter of “David Copperfield” book, which said that the rooks build their nests near the old temples. Suddenly I thought that maybe in another place there was hidden a stone nest, in which we could place the head. We began searching it. The rock under which we found the rook’s head had turned round. Suddenly I noticed that there were many signs on that rock. I asked my friend for water and poured it on the rock. There was carved a spade and under it a key. We realized that we had to dig. We dug with our hands and suddenly I felt a rude thing. We dug around it. It was a big chest and we picked it up. My friend started touching the valve. Then he took a small needle and opened the chest. There was a nest and some signs inside. There was carved the table which was in the church, the nest on it and the head of the rook. We took the nest and the head and entered the church. Finding the table we placed them. When we turned round the head, a door appeared in the wall. We entered and went downstairs. Suddenly I noticed a light below. When we got to the end we saw a beautiful house which reminded me David Copperfield’s house. We also found the grave where rested his father, mother and the little brother. After observing the house for a long time, I sat under a tree and began to think. I wondered why it was me who found the bottle and David Copperfield’s house. I was very tired and lay under the tree and slept. When I got up I was at home. I jumped up and looked at my desk. The diary had disappeared. I began to doubt and thought that it was a dream. I decided to go to the Keynes church. Near the church I found the rock but there wasn’t anything under it. I looked for them in the church, but didn’t find anything: neither the nest nor the head.
I decided to go to my friend’s house. But it turned out that he had already left the city one day ago. Was all these result of my imagination or...?