Saturday, 28 April 2018

The Legs by Clara

"Wow! What a worthless pile of junk!" a woman sarcastically exclaimed.
A group of people from the well-off village of Harlop had been wandering through the fores, hunting pheasants, when they had stumbled upon what seemed to be a useless sculpture. Walking off, they had never noticed a huddle of malnourished children from the poor village of Hillsland watching from the bushes. A small boy scampered to the pair of tin legs and knocked on them. 
"Whoosh!" the legs slid up and the ground opened up. 
"Wow!" whispered the boy. Underneath the model was a room filled with gold...

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