The Magic Robot
By Terry Trainor
My eyes prung open it is my birthday today and I am ten years old. Iwonder what I have got I hope it is good? Dressing quickly pretending to have a bath I make my way downstairs. On the sofa was a wrapped parcel with a card stuck on it.
The light through the windows seem darker this morning the dustman has taken our bin up the alley. A long thin cart with shutters on the side stands outside our house. The Braziers Dairy milk float is blocking their way. I went back to my box and gave it a rattle and I took the wrappers off what a fantastic present.
They had been to Spantoy a toy shop near the station. My dreams have been answered just what I wanted a Magic Robot.
Taking the lid off I looked at the contents it had a wand. There were question sheets, hard ones, like what is the capital of France? The robot with the wand was placed in a slot, the wand pointed at the sheet. Then the robot had to be put on the answer sheet board, the one with the mirror and wait.
When the robot was put on the mirror it spins around and points out the answer. Most of my answers was Ben Nevice there must be a glitch. So after a while I put the Magic Robot back into the box then put the box away.
I started to get into trouble at school with the teacher about my ansews against the ones she gave me. In the end I had to agree and the box stayed in the bedroom under my bed.