Номын дэлгүүрийн муур

There is an old bookshop on our street. It has three rooms and hundreds of books.

Mrs Park has two big bookcases behind the counter. On the highest bookshelf there are old storybooks with gold letters.

I go there after school with my schoolbooks and one empty notebook. Mrs Park calls me a bookworm.

One evening two boxes arrive. "Are there more boxes?" I asked. "No, there aren't any more boxes today." They are full of cookbooks, and one of them is moving.

Inside there is a small grey cat with three white feet. She is sleeping on the cookbooks.

Now the cat lives in the bookshop. She sleeps on the bookshelves and walks on the books.

Mrs Park made her a bed from two boxes and an old bookmark. Her name is Comma, and she is my favourite reader.