I am an actor named Gloria Gleam.
The citizens in my country often recognized my identity as I went to supermarket or walked on the street.
Last week, I was on holiday and went to picnic with my friends, who were a party of famous actors and actresses as well.
We rent an ancient bus and stopped it by a dry river bed of a suburb.
All of us had taken special precautions so that no one should recognize us.
We had all made ourselves comfortable.
I thought this was a nice place to spend own holiday.
Brinksley Meers agreed that there were no newspaper men, no film fans here.
After two other actors, Rockwall Slinger and Merlin Greeves, had carried two large food baskets to a shady under some trees, a stranger suddenly appeared.
He called himself as sheriff here and let us got out of here.
My friend Rockwall told him don’t be too hard on us in a weak voice, said that he is Rockwall Slinger and pointed the other actor and said this is Merlin Greeves.
Though Rockwall was honest with him, he looked angry and replied us with a sneer that he is Gloria Gleam.
We had not finish our picnic though and left here.