Today I wrote a part story of my life, it includes ~130 words. I studied Unit 25. And I was in lesson English.

Parrot

When I studied at school I had a Parrot Cocaine. We called him Coks. It was a wavy parrot. We loved him. But he died for 6 months later. I and my girlfriend decided to bury him. While no one was looking, we picked flowers from the garden near our house. Yes, we are outside the law. A friend found a box for my parrot that we decided to use as a coffin and we went to a forest to bury him. After we climbed to the top hill. From the top of the hill, we could see a part of the city. Wile the sadly song was playing we dug a pit. When the pit was dug we put him there and covered with earth. There was a moment of silence.

After a few months we came back on this hill because we wanted to saw on the skeleton parrot. The flowers were gone from the grave, but all else were the same as before. We began to dig a burial. Then we opened the box we were amazed. There was nothing in there. The box was empty. Who could take our parrot? It's so strange decision to went to see on the skeleton parrot, but more strange was that some man took our parrot before us.