The Lonliest Toy

My cousin Clara is turning 3 this month. For her birthday, instead of BUYING her a present, I wrote her a story, that Jackie offered to illustrate for me. I also told a friend in England that she could illustrate it and give that version to some kids in a nusery across the street from her. I'll post the full thing up here after her birthday, but for now, all I've got is the text. Enjoy:

The Loneliest Toy by Gregory T LeVine

At Oakengates Nursery, there was a toy bin filled with all sorts of marvelous and wonderful toys for the boys and girls to play with. Each year, the teachers would bring in more new toys to put in the bin. And each day, during playtime, the kids ran to the bin to get their favorite toys. There were bouncing balls and baby dolls and picture books and cops and crooks. There were heroes and robots and toy pans and pots. All the kids loved all the toys and had lots of fun playing with them.

But at the bottom of the bin there was one toy who hadn't been picked out in a long time. He was an old toy robot. His metal was heavier than the newer plastic robots. His batteries had gone dead, and his skin had begun to rust. His speaker had stopped speaking, and his arms and legs no longer moved. He was the first toy that had been put into the bin, and he watched as all the other toys were picked before him. He was always left alone in the bottom of bin.

One day, new boy joined the class. His name was Kevin, and he had just moved into town. He didn't know anyone in the class, and was very lonely all morning. When the teachers announced that it was playtime, all the kids ran straight to the toy bin except for Kevin, who didn't know where it was. By the time it was Kevin's turn to pick out a toy, the only toy left was the old robot. Kevin had never seen a robot quite like it. He ended up sitting by himself playing with the robot.

One of the other boys in the class, Trevor, had picked out a Lizard Monster from the bin. When he saw Kevin playing with the robot by himself, he got an idea. He went over to Kevin and said “Hi. My name's Trevor. Can my Lizard Monster fight your Robot?” “Sure Trevor,” Kevin smiled. “I'm Kevin.” The two started playing, and eventually all the other kids wanted to see the robot fighting the lizard. Most of them had never actually seen the robot out of the box before. They all got close and wanted to meet Kevin and his cool robot.

After that, Kevin was friends with all the other kids in his class. And later, after all the kids had gone home, one of the teachers pulled the robot out of the bin to clean up. The next day at playtime, when the kids first opened the bin, they found the robot sitting on top of all the other toys. Its metal was shining again, and its joints all moved like new. Fresh batteries had been put inside that made its lights light and its speakers speak. All the kids agreed that Kevin should get to play with the robot again, and after that day, neither Kevin nor the robot were lonely again.

Okay, enough reminicing about pre-school (stupid yogurt x_x), I should get to work on my English essay.