I was sitting on the warm sandy beach when
suddenly I saw a young boy. He approached me wearing a white polo shirt and
large baggy trousers. He had a weird looking bin or basket on his back, with a
crimson red book popping out the top. At first, he didn’t notice me until he
found my half-buried bell in the dry sand. He carefully picked up the bell as
if he didn’t know if it was fragile or rusty and old. It turned out to be
ancient and rotted. He tinkled the bell which didn’t do much as I had already
paid attention to him but he didn’t realise. The tinkle was a satisfying sound
which made me a little bit happier. I asked myself, ‘Will this be my owner?’
After 2 years of sitting on this beach, lost and scared. Then I got nervous…
The boy went around the back of me out of my sight. I then felt someone knock
my belly and then shout inside a questioning, “Hello?” There was no answer. He
went round the back to see what was there and came all the way back going
clockwise. I decided to get up so I popped my legs out and lifted myself, even
though I gave the guy a fright. I stood there inspecting him in full person and
he looked like he was petrified! I opened my hatch and threw a ball out to see
if he would play with me. Luckily he did! We played for ages, accidentally
stopping the boy from doing his bottle cap collection. We had so much fun
together! He was my friend. He took me to lots of places.
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