Week 13: The Ostrich : By Dan

It was Christmas Eve.  All of us toys were extremely exited to see this years new arrivals.

Suddenly a pile of soot erupted out from the fireplace, then a head and body squeezed out. There Santa stood looking down at all the toys in his ginormous bag. He simply clicked his fingers and presents whizzed under the tree.            I glanced over to where the cookies and carrots were; there were bite marks and crumbs everywhere.

After Santa left, a new toy burst out of its box and it started to fly around the room- an ostrich I think it was called. None of us old toys could fly and I didn’t realise they could fly.