By Xaris, age 10
I was at the theatre. The toaster trainer and his toaster were on stage doing tricks like sit, stay, jump and heel, all boring. I mean you saw them every day.
It was all going well until the toaster noticed a loaf of bread cut into twelve slices. Before the trainer could stop it, the toaster put two slices of bread in itself and started to cook them.
The trainer yelled, “Bad toaster,” and a lot of other things. He hurt the toaster’s feelings and made it mad. It lit the toast on fire and threw it at the crowd. The building caught on fire. People ran for their lives and that is the last I saw of them.
The End
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