Nikil

//***Something moved in the cupboard.

It was quite dark, late at night. In fact, the clock had just chimed midnight.** //** //Something in the box moved. It marched formally looking very much like a brave and courageous soldier. The lacking of a sword and the tiny body were the only things that helped you decipher he wasn't real but on the other hand he was walking so most people would of thought he was demented.
 * At the bottom of the cupboard, under a heap of old shoes and clothing not worn for years, was a cardboard box. Inside the box were some dusty, faded toys. There were dolls, marionettes, stuffed fluffy toys, a train with two wheels missing, a wooden soldier whose sword had been broken in some long-forgotten battle, and several jigsaws.**

However for the boy the soildier was his favourite toy since he had this toy since he was a baby he was given this toy by his grandmorther who he loved to go to visit. He espsially loved her wonderful stories which was no surprise as she was a great author but due to authors copying her fantatic ideas she decided to retire. There are many people who loved her story telling but none more than the boy himself.

This summer he was allowed to his grandmas go since he was not jerking around at school like he normally did. He also got permission to take one toy he was delighted as he had never been allowed to take toy. This time his parents were coming. The toy the the boy was taking was his soldier who was wonderfully happy since he was the one got picked. //