One day, I got a score of 100, so happy. So I decided to have a "pk" with my father, a top chess player. My mother knows that she cooked a hearty meal, which was the winner's prize. My father and I finally decided to play on the sofa in the "old battlefield" (where my father often killed me).
In a short time, both red and black sides were ready for the battle. Because dad thinks I'm just a wet behind the ears, he makes me very popular.
I came first with a headshot gun, and my dad jumped at once. I was anxious to hit my father and let the ordinary car hit me, but my father knew my mind and let the long-awaited cannon kill my beloved car. Who called him my father? Lost a car in despair. Then my father immediately rushed at me with all the troops on the left. Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise it would have eaten it up. My father lost only one soldier and one horse in this war, which took a great advantage. But I lost three soldiers, one shot and one horse, and it was a fiasco. I think: there is only one gun, one horse and one car left, and the strength is insufficient. If an army is as big as my father's, it is a moth. But the result was beyond my expectation. My soldiers seemed to understand what I said, and they all became brave. They ate half of their father and son at once. Now that we are equal in strength, who can eat the big meal will finally see! But my father killed me again, and I didn't lose a single soldier. My only strength is this gun, and I will die. Suddenly my father's will came out of the throne, just as my sniper rifle saw it, "Bang!" One shot, haha, I won! Unexpectedly, I, a novice chess player, beat the master and got delicious food! Ha ha!
How happy I am today!