Saturday, 8 October 2016

Describing the Lost Thing by Paris

I was strolling the streets as usual, collecting my bottle tops. Until I wandered onto the dirtiest beach in my city. I found this strange looking thing, which everybody acted like they did not notice. All of the people were just doing what they normally do.  I didn’t know if I should be looking at this weird thing just sat on the beach like this. I only found it because of its long, red bell. As I listened to the doors slamming on it, legs started to pop out. It stood up, all of the doors were opening and two unusual arms popped out. The metal thing kicked out a ball; I was very confused. I caught the round ball and suddenly it started to jump around waiting for me to throw the ball back to it. 

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