Grandfather's Pencil 2

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• Category: Year 06 Stories
• Created on Monday, 02 January 2012 14:10
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One clear spring night under the floorboards of a huge old Victorian house by the sea the old yellow pencil had just finished listening to the whale bone button when he just noticed a one shilling coin, an oak leaf ad a thread of camo-green cotton sitting in the gloom of the night. He asked them to tell him how they got down here. The old oak leaf was very excited to tell his story to someone else, so he told his story first.

"I was once an acorn on a tree but one terrible gusty night a big branch knocked me ff and I fell into a patch of green grass and then I think two days later a little boy picked me up and placed me in his back yard overlooking the beach. From there I watched everything change, I even changed myself. I grew from a tiny sprout to a huge oak tree. I watched people as they stopped using horse and cart and instead there were automobiles all over the place. Then one night there was a ghastly gale and I got blown into this house through a window and I slipped under the floor boards and here I am, talking to lost objects."

The pencil was feeling very sorry for him, he was wondering whether he could do anything to help but the old oak leaf said that his days were done and that I had lots of life left in me yet so the reply was no.

Next, the pencil asked the rusty coin how she had got down below the floorboards. The coin however did not want to tell her story at first but reluctantly the coin after five minutes was willing to tell her story.

"Well, first of al I used to belong to a very important person before the First World War abd I was accidentally dropped from this person's poclet while he was running to work and by the time I was picked up again I was no longer currency. I had been trodden on by gentlemen and pooped on by horses. The little boy however looked after me much better than the man. We used to have loads of adventures together, much more fun than being in the man's pocket. He even gave me a name! he called me 'lucky coin' and 'best friend'. Then when his mum told him to get changed because he had got himself dirty when we went into the woods on an adventure I slipped out of his left trouser pocket and here I am under these floorboards."

The pencil said how sorry he was and tried to cheer her up but them she started crying and he slowly backed away before he made her cry more. Then he went to the thread of cotton who was the last to come and tell him how he'd got down beneath the floorboards. The thread of cotton came straight out with the story before the pencil was ready to listen.

"I was once part of a general's uniform from World War Two, he and I used to travel to Germany to fight; so exciting with all the gunfire and bombs. Sometimes it was very dangerous because rarely we were captured by the Germans and were tortured but we always managed to escape. Then one day we were called back and everything was normal again. The war must be over, I thought, and the excitement had gone, vanished into thin air, and I thought how can it get any worse? Then suddenly I'm falling off the uniform and I'm disappearing under the floorboards."

After the story the pencil said how grateful he was. The thread of cotton said that was no problem at all. The pencil then said he must tell about his owner, Jack, who had bought him at an art shop.

"One day I was looking over a stream in a forest when I see men coming with huge electrical blades. I thought they were going to a different tree then they started coming to my tree and before I knew what was happening my tree was lying on the ground. Then we were transported to a factory where we were made into pencils and we were ten taken off to the art shop where Jack said he wanted a pencil to draw with so he chose me and I was taken back home with him. Then one night when he was writing a letter his mum told him to go to bed and he left me on the table and I rolled off the table and under the floorboards."

Then suddenly there is a big rumble and a large metal hook lifted the pencil from under the floorboards up into a little boy's room. The boy tested the pencil and then he wrote a letter and...

but that is another story.