In 1898, me and Claire were walking down an alley. The trees were moving, the birds were chirping. Me and Claire were looking around at the blue flowers beside us. Then all of a sudden Claire screamed “WOW!” Then I saw this giant, gray iron. Me and Claire have had wrinkly clothes because there are no shops around to buy an iron. We went right next to it. It was about 7 heads taller than me. Claire said, “Woah that’s a giant.” Claire tried to pick it up, but she was nowhere near picking it up. Maybe one day it will shrink.
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This seems to be a ‘good luck/bad luck’ tale. The narrator seems to be in need of an iron, when out of nowhere ONE APPEARS! Lo and behold, it is too big to lift. You have creatively handled the prompt. Keep writing.
Mrs. G., Team 100, Guilderland, NY, USA