Imagine that you magically became an ordinary household item that you 
see in your house every day.  Write a story about your adventure and 
include something special that you could do because you were the item.

     Sunlight streamed through the living room room window as I pushed the vacuum cleaner over the carpet.  The Saturday morning cartoons were playing on the TV, but I couldn't hear them over the buzzing and humming of the machine in front of me.  For a few minutes, I forgot about my chore and daydreamed about playing outside.  Mom walked by and shouted, "You can watch TV when you've finished the carpet!  Look closely and try to find my lost earring."  As she walked away, I angrily stomped my foot three times.  All at once, the brushes on the roller bar caught my pant leg, and I was pulled in the vacuum cleaner bag.
    Without saying a word, I knew something strange had just happened.  My feet became the roller brushes.  My arms became the wheels.  And my mouth was on the end of the hose.  "I've turned into a vacuum cleaner!" I shouted.  "Maybe if I do a good deed, I can turn back into myself."  ZOOM!  ZOOM!
    In a flash, my wheels spun around and carried me all across the carpet.  Quickly, I felt every square inch, searching for Mom's lost earring.  Up and down . . . across and over . . . I scanned every tuft and fluff.  "I'm a handy dandy cleaner with a powerful brain.  I'm a SUPER DUPER SCOOPER no one has to train!" I sang to the tune of I Was Working on the Railroad as I continued my quest.
    Suddenly, something clinked as it rolled around in the roller brushes.  Gold reflections sparkled on the metal as it tumbled and turned.  "TA-DA!" I boasted.  "I think I've got it!"  I held my breath so the earring wouldn't get sucked up in the bag.  I felt like a helium balloon just about to pop.  SNAP!
    "Honey!  Wake up!  You've got to finish vacuuming the carpet," Mom warned as she snapped her fingers and pulled me off the couch.  I had fallen to sleep on the job.  My feet were not really roller brushes.  As I got up to finish the job, I peeked under the monster machine.  There, glimmering on the fuzzy carpet, was a bright, gold earring.  I'll never forget the magical experience of becoming a vacuum cleaner . . . even if it was only a dream!