The pencil, the coin, the paperclip and the button

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Scritch scratch, the pencil was writing. I have been under the floor for a long time. It feels so good to touch paper again, for a long time my companions have been a coin, paperclip and a button.

I remember all the stories they tod. The coin remembered all the pockets he had been in. He said that he had been in the prime minister's pocket.

"First I was made, then I was given to the shop then I was change to the prime minister, after that I was used to pay for a lot of paper, next I was change yet again to a woman who gave ne to her son for pocket money. After that, I was used to buy a DS. Finally I was change to the boy who dropped me. And that is my story."

Then it was the paper clip who told me her story, and this is how it went.

"When I was made I was transported to a hop called Staples. It sold a lot of stuff like me. I was bought a day later by a business man. He used me to keep lots of paper together, then he sent me on to another man who then sent me on a bill to a woman who gave me to her son who then dropped me on the street. I was then found by the boy who made paperclip chains, but when he was making us fit he dropped me and I ended up here under the floor."

Then, last but not least, the button. The button had an interesting life. This is the button's story.

"I, the button, remember all the clothes I have been on. And this is how it started. The Queen required a new dress, so I was made to be sewn onto her dress. But, the first time she put it on and went out I popped off her dress. I rolled and rolled, then I stopped. There was someone in the way. They bent down and picked me up. 'Just what I need,' said the man. He put me in his pocket and walked off. A minute later I was in a big shop. And I mean big! He went out into a different room, there was a top on top of a table. He put me down and got out a needle and thread, the he sewed me on and put the top on a hanger and hung me in the shop.

"Two weeks and three days later I was bought, at last. I was bought by a woman. She wore the top a lot, but yet again I came off. I rolled and rolled, at last I stopped, there was a boy, he bent down and picked me up. 'Look mummy, a button for my button collection!" When he got home he went into his room and put me on his table. Then his little sister ran in, picked me up then dropped me. Down I went until I hit the floor and tumbled into a crack in the floor."

At that moment the boy walked in. The pencil toppled over and all was still.