Yes, "Tinker" was his name.
Everyone could remember his name at once, but only the Tinker couldn't. Because he couldn't say "Tinker" he always called himself "t-w-inker" He said,
"I'-m a t-w-inker, and my name i-s t-w-inker t-oo"
Children made fool of him but he never got angry.
One day, an old lady came to him and said "Can you come and see my tinklebox? It's so old as I am and it doesn't want to sing with me anymore"
Tinker nodded his head and went with the lady to her.
As he saw a small tinklebox on the corner in her room, he tried playing on it. But tinker didn't know how to play a tinklebox. He simply touched a key with his pointer.
"Tinkle!" the thinklebox rang.
"T-w-inkle?" the Tinker said.
"Tinkle!" the tinklebox rang once more.
"T-w-inkle!" the Tinker smiled.
"Tinkle! Tinkle!" rang the Tinklebox.
"Twinkle! Twinkle!" sang the Tinker.
"Oh~~ twinkle!! ♪ twinkle twinkle l-w-ittle star... ♫"
He sang and twinkled his eyes with full of joy.
The old lady who had not been able to hear anything anyway for a long time, was very very happy to see the Tinker's twinkles in his face. So, she gave him the tinklebox and died in peace.
And now?
The Tinker has a tinklebox and is still twinkling today. - Story by J.F Lee. 2008
This small story was a present of me for my twins(9) who are learning English since last year. Gabirel, one of the twins said;
" Oh~ what a sad story mama..."
And Michael said;
"Is the man, the Tinker, an Englishman?"
<---Gabriel & Michael--->
