Mr. Bottom

I loved animals, and if there was any place to see many forest animals, it was park New Leaf. However, with corrupt politics and pollution, the fauna and plant life were under threat, so many charities and protest groups were formed to protect the gracefulness of park New leaf from the false changing civilization. I wanted to help as well, and I did so by assigning myself for voluntary work at Mr. Bottom’s charity.

Mr. Bottom was one of the saints for park New Leaf, and though I’ve heard how strict he can be, he lamented for all plant life, and was possibly a bigger animal lover than me.

Mr. Bottom, appeared good during the interview, as some one I’d be honored to work for. However while doing so from all the other very un-social workers, a recurring epithet ‘many-minded’ kept being used in the topic of Mr. Bottom. I had been working here for three months, and I was curious why nobody thought of Mr. Bottom as highly as I did.

I decided to get to the bottom of this, as I started to feel entrapped with all my co-workers who felt entrapped themselves. Through one single intricate detail I found, the man Mr. Bottom wasn’t caring as I thought. He was instead an avaricious man who lived off small amounts of money from charities for park New Leaf that he had set up. This wasn’t a man I was going to work for, just how much money actually was used for the good of park New Leaf? However I could leave this job but it seemed strange how no one else had already, beside I always wanted to help park New Leaf. I decided that I should try to handle the money from no on, not sure how but I was going to, as it wasn’t because of Mr. Bottom why people donated it to the charity in the first place.