The Lost Thing Meets the Boy by Zuzanna

I sat on the beach for months and months until this boy started to walk up me. When he came up to me he banged my old, rusty body. My body was all red and old. He shouted inside of me, “Hello!” so I decided to stretch out my wiggly, metal arms and stand up with freedom. I wanted to play so I threw a ball at him and he threw the ball back and we played catch. We looked at his bottle top collection, which was really cool. We built a huge sandcastle that looked really realistic. Sadly, we heard the people say we had to get off the beach, so we got off. He took me nearly everywhere round the whole entire town asking people if they know who I am.