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Story about a Tin-Boy

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The poem is below.

Story about a Tin-Boy

A long, long time ago, there lived a family of tin-beings,
in an underground basement in a garage. Oil and grease
were their favorite delicacy. Mechanics always wondered
where their oil and grease vanished to.

One night, one of the tin-kids crept upstairs;
it was forbidden in the tin-law to be out alone in the night.
He has always wanted to know how water tasted like;
it looked very light and crystalline.
He took out a tin cup, opened a tap, filled it with water,
and gulped to his fill. Soon, he crept back to his room,
and pretended to be asleep. 
His tin brothers and sisters were all looking surprised,
as they stared at him. His dad was angry, while his mum
was weeping. He could tell it was morning,
hearing the mechanics and their tools –
he wondered what made his parents sad in such a lovely morning.

An arm or leg couldn’t move, when he tried to wake up. Talking was very difficult 
and tiring. “W-h-a-t    h-a-s   h-a-p-p-e-n-e-d    t-o   m-m-m-e?” 
he asked, his lips moving with difficulty.
“You’ve rusted!” his mum shouted as she burst to tears. So devastated
he looked, when he realized he had turned from silvery to reddish-brown.

Eating, moving, and talking clearly weren’t possible anymore.
He had to stay in bed all rusty, as his brothers and sisters ate, played and told
each other funny stories. So sad he was that he cried the whole night. Nothing
his family could do, only tell him things would get better.

That night, a deep slumber followed his last tears. He saw himself in a world
of dreams, where people’s dreams existed.  Angry Birds played with Merlin,
stars chased each other in the night sky, grasses whispered, trees talked….
Anything one could ever imagine happened in that world!

He couldn’t see his tin-body, but his tin-spirit was alive. 
Miles and miles he wandered in the dream world, getting amazed
with the beauty and peace that was all around him. A cloud bus
without a driver came close to him, and he hopped in. Suddenly
like a shooting star it zipped to space! There were gigantic
donuts, ice-cream cones, soda cans, pizza, and candy
floating all around space.

Happiness and awe filled his soul, as he shouted “I believe in magic!”
“I believe I’ll be silvery tin-boy once again!”
Shouts, screams and laughter attracted his ears,
as he slowly opened his eyes.  His father was unusually happy,
while his mother wept and laughed at the same time,
beside his bed. His brothers and sisters were singing
and dancing.

“You are silvery once again, my boy…..” his mother said.
Oily tears filled his eyes, as he held his mother’s arms.
Out of the bed he hopped, and joined the celebration.
It was the happiest day of his life!
“Thank you, magic!” he shouted,
as he played around with his sisters and brothers.

Since that day, he promised his parents he would never
disobey them again. He also promised himself he would
always believe that anything was possible.

                                          THE END

Date: 28/2/2017

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 3/14/2017 6:04:00 AM
Congratulations on your win, a great story.
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 3/17/2017 7:01:00 AM
Thank you so much, Elizabeth!!! *^_^*
Date: 3/13/2017 7:02:00 PM
Congratulation on your win, Teddy , I want to thank you for entering my contest. I love the story... Hugs Eve
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 3/17/2017 6:59:00 AM
Welcome, Eve, anytime!!! *_^ Thank you so much for your warm applause, and enjoying my piece!!! *^_^*
Date: 3/1/2017 12:28:00 AM
A wonderful story, Teddy. Always believe in magic. T.J
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Teddy Kimathi
Date: 3/7/2017 2:18:00 AM
Indeed!! Thank you so much Teppo, for reading and enjoying my piece!! ;-)