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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!