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It was one hot morning, a boy was drenched in sweat, no food, no water, no anything, he was lost in the middle of nowhere. In the distance, he saw something as it got closer he could see it more distinctly it was a man, the man was holding something, a blue ruler.

The boy suddenly remembered something a few years ago before he was lost on a school hike, he had dropped that same ruler off a cliff which led him to be lost. After all this time he still couldn't find the blue ruler until now. The man was now in front of him, crying and was happy. The man was his dad.

20 years later, the boy is all grown up, united with his family, and has his blue ruler.

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everyday i wake up and get put on the boys feet, he usually walks to the bus stop at the end of our street then gets off the bus and walks the rest of the way to school this walk is only about 10 minutes but it feels like forever. whilst hes at school he is constantly running around all day with his friends which is super fun for me cause i get to see all my other shoe friends and quickly say hi to them. after a long day of walking and running i finally got a rest.

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On a rainy night I saw an shadowy figure, at the top of the building named "Home For Children" while I was in a car with a blond women, I got out and the women pulled out an yellow umbrella to reduce chances to get wet. I entered the building, at first I didn't know what the building was about and why I was here but I quickly noticed the many children having a great inside experience with their new toys. Then I looked back to see if the umbrella was still at the spot I put it, with an questioning expression I noticed that it was gone and all that I saw was an trail of foot steps leading to what seems like the second floor. I followed the trail and lead me to my future best friend who was trying to stash away the umbrella, I tried to get it back but it just resulted in an accident that lead the woman to come and see what happened. At this moment as the boy was distracted I quickly snatched away the umbrella and then the boy started crying which lead to him telling his story about his connections with my yellow umbrella I noticed that I had taken away his happiness and quickly returned it back to him.
Time skipped 70+ years,
And my friend worked in an umbrella shop keeping his special with that one yellow umbrella.

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Everywhere the girl went i went with her, sitting on top of her brunette hair all day everyday. Rain hail or shine. Iv'e been with her for three years now she has never left me behind except on time. We were at the train station, i was sitting on top of her like normal until i wasn't. I had been taken. I found myself on top of a smaller head, but it wasn't the girl. The hair was orange and so much shorter who was this.

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At the start, the boy is alone in the orphanage in the attic. The little girl and her mother drove to the orphanage. The mother had a yellow umbrella to keep herself dry from the rain. The mother and daughter had a box of toys to give to the children at the orphanage. All the children played with the donated toys, except for the little boy. The boy took the mother’s umbrella and ran upstairs to the attic.

The girl found out the boy stole the umbrella because she could see that it was missing. She saw that there was a trail of raindrops going up the stairs to the attic that the boy left behind when he took the umbrella. The trail led her to find the boy trying to hide the umbrella in the attic cupboard. The girl was aggressive towards the boy after she saw that he had stolen her umbrella. When he sees the umbrella, the little boy remembers the past when he was poor. He was living without a home with his dad who used to have a yellow umbrella. His dad left him at the children’s home. The boy tells the girl and her mother his story and they give him the yellow umbrella to keep. Later we see that when the boy is an old man he works in an umbrella store. He gives the yellow umbrella to a little girl. He thinks he sees his dad outside with the umbrella and chases after him but it is only a memory. He falls down and his wife, who is the little girl all grown up, helps him stand up. They walk back to the umbrella store and you can see in the sign that the umbrella shop belongs to them.

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The story highlighted the sad past of the boy, seeing the girl with the yellow umbrella reminded him of his father whom he missed and loved. He took the yellow umbrella thinking it was his father’s without knowing it was wrong. In the end, the boy got caught by the girl which leaded to him confessing his reasons for taking the umbrella which touched the girl very much. This caused the girl to give the yellow umbrella to the boy as it meant much more to him.

Years later they opened an umbrella shop together and started selling umbrellas. Upon having to sell a similar yellow umbrella revived the memories of the boy’s past. He felt sad but yet distant. The boy saw his dad holding the yellow umbrella outside and chased after him only to fall and realise that he was hallucinating. The girl who was now his wife came up to the boy and comforted him.

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One night it was raining and the little boy was looking out the window when he saw a little girl coming into the little boy's home, when she came inside she had a beautiful yellow umbrella that was as bright as the sun and when the boy saw the yellow umbrella the little boy took the yellow umbrella upstairs the little girl noticed that someone had taken her umbrella and followed them upstairs and then got angry at the little boy and got him in trouble. This simple yellow umbrella was so important to the little boy because before he got put into the orphanage his father had a yellow umbrella which they used on rainy days then was left him all alone, the little boy was sad and felt like he had no friends until the little girl decided to share her yellow umbrella and the little boy was happy again he had the yellow umbrella until he grew old and lived happier than ever.

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I was first invented in 1973 and I've been popular ever since. I used to be really big and heavy, people used to call me a brick! Now I am light and small enough to fit in your pocket. In my first few years, I could only make calls. Now I can send text messages, take photos and videos, stream movies and TV, play games and so much more. I help people all over the world to talk to each other. What am I?

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My object is used a lot in life, it can come in different sizes. My object can not be eaten or smelt unless you have dirty hands. The object can be plugged into a device or by using Bluetooth, my object can be light or heavy and it controls the device, it is similar to a touchpad but even better. What is it?

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I get kicked by all different ages I fly through the air or roll on the ground into netted goals that are in school and stadiums all around the world, as I am perfectly round and come in many design. What am I?

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I help make all kinds beverages for different meals. I am sharp and not something to be played with. On higher levels I can get the job done quicker. I am certainty not quiet and I need to be plugged in to be useful. What am I?

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I am sharp,
and can be used for different things,
I feel firm in my users hand,
I am used everyday by people that study,
And I can help you become the person in your dreams.
Although I can break only if my user pushes hard on the tip, but I can be remade to do what you desire with a manual machine. What am I?

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I am round
I travel the world
Many famous people have touched me
Most of the time i get kicked and thrown around
I have experienced a lot through my days, seen people fall and people do spectacular things
You could say i have seen a couple goats
Sometimes when im tired i go all flat and have no energy

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My object is.....(Joshua Tan) Credits Thanks, Peter Leung 

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My object is.....(Joshua Tan) Credits Thanks, Peter Leung 

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When I am sad, drops of water come down. When I am angry, I strike the ground. I am as soft as a pillow, I can be touched but not be held, I can turn into anything you imagine and look as fluffy as a scruffy dog, can you guess who am I?

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You can use me when you are lost or want to talk to friends. People use me to get to different places everyday and to do all different types of things. I can be helpful but sometimes a pest. What am i?

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Stepping on the grass,
Playing very fast,
There are points to be scored,
There are games to be won,
All of the magical things you can do with me,
In order to get it done,
Kick kick kick,
Bang Bang Bang Bang!
What else can i say,
It can be a lot of fun if you know how to play,

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My object is well known, it is used in daily life and when its use it can be noisy. This different measurements, it is an object which can form millions of words, names and sentences. The object cannot be smelt or tasted but can be when food is all over it. My object can have light and when touched it can be soft or hard. My object is.....

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I am soft like the clouds and comfy like a couch.
You see and use me every night no matter what you do.
I get washed every few weeks.
Being thrown on the floor for the night makes me sad.
I do what I do to make your head for a good night sleep.

What am I?..

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I walk around all day, i rarely get a rest. I become all stinky which is sometimes a pest. I'm out most of the day. Sometimes get to play. I have 5 little toes in each of me. I've even stepped on a bee. But after year or so i begin to die.
What am i?

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I am soft yet sometimes hard, I could be dry and crumbly or moist and soft. Heavy as I am, I am very delicate. I have blueish purple spots all around me; sometimes even mistaken as molds. I am simple but also delicious, always suitable to attend any event. As sweet as I am, I am also somewhat healthy.

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I am a delicious treat.
Lick me with your tongue.
I come in a bowl or a cone.
Don't eat me too slowly.
I make your day in summer.

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I do not rhyme with much
I am a popular juice
I am quite sour
I grant you vitamin c
I am my colour
Don't eat my skin it's bitter
Small amounts are fine

What am I?...

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Click on the pink plus sign at the bottom right of the page. Write from the perspective of an object - without saying what the object is! See my sample one for an idea and then pick your object. Try to imagine how it might feel/act/talk if it could...
Write your name on the post so we know who has contributed.

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When you drop me on the floor, I get stepped on - my sides are sore. Torn-out pages make me groan, I feel dizzy if I'm thrown. Every mark and every stain, on my cover gives me pain; please don't bend me, if you do, I do not want to talk to you. But we will both be friends together, if you protect me from the weather And keep me clean so that I look, like a tidy, neat and happy ___?____

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When I'm dropped on the ground I go around and around. When you take off my sprinkles it's like ripping out my hair one by one, I'm as round as a wheel with a hole in my middle, if you bring me up to your face you can see right through me. I can be chocolate, strawberry and glazed to can you guess what I am?