Sunday 23 September 2018

The Lost Thing Meets the Boy by Elizabeth


I was sat on the beach where I have been for years. Suddenly a young boy was coming closer to me and then picked up my bell which had a string that led to me. The young boy followed the string and he found me. He punched my stomach and I thought he was trying to hurt me but he opened my stomach and shouted, “Hello!”

 I was still wondering if he was friendly or not. After he punched my stomach I stood up and I was really happy because he did not run away like everybody else does. After a while, we became best friends and played catch, built sandcastles and talked.

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