I took the book off the library shelf, and I began to read. After some time, I turned over the page and I began to read about another illness. I don't remember the name of the illness, but I know it was something really terrible. I read about half a page and then I knew that I had that disease too.

I sat there for a time, cold with horror. Slowly, I beqan to turn over more pages. I came to a disease which was worse than the last one. I began to read about it and, as I expected, I had that disease too. Then I began to get really interested in myself, so went back to the beginning of the book. I started with the letter'a'and I read from 'a'to'z'. Ｉ found that there was only one disease which I did not have. This made me a little unhappy. Why didn't I have that disease too?