The man who was making something was running around with something in his hand he came up to me so happy. He said “Yes i finally did it i made it!’ i asked what did you make, He said “ i call it the printing press” i asked him what it does he replied with “ it can print books for it can make school easier”.
bye old freind
A light bulb in my head sparked if that thing can make books for school to learn maybe i can use it to get smarter like the kids in schools. I asked him “can i use that” he replied instantly “ yea sure you can be the first one to use the printing press” i was so excited i asked him what his name was he replied “johannes gutenberg”
After using the printing press me and johannes gutenberg became friends i would go to him to print new books with more knowledge i got a decent job me and my dad had a good house. We were a happy family.
After a while me and johannes didn't speak much i was busy working, then one day i heard that johannes had died. I was running home talking to everyone were his grave was nobody replied after one day i found out he's been buried next to a church but know one knows how he died i said my last goodbyes and trew a flower on the grave and left.