Good morning, everyone!
Here in the States, we’re coming up on a three-day weekend. I love three-day weekends. They usually go by too fast and I always feel like I didn’t get enough done, but that’s just the nature of the beast. I still look forward to that extra day when I can sleep in a little, not have to dress for the day job, and basically do what I’d like to do around the house. This weekend I have a cool new project I’m working on, plus there will be sushi on Saturday with my daughter and maybe going to see Snow White and the Huntsman. Good weekend plans, I do believe.
The little boy in this week’s story has something he looks forward to as well: a once-a-month trip to pick out a favorite toy. Only this month’s trip doesn’t turn out exactly as planned. I hope you enjoy “Uncle Charlie’s Toy Store.”
Uncle Charlie’s Toy Store
Published by Thunder Valley Press
Copyright 2011 by Annie Reed
Uncle Charlie’s Toy Store was Daniel Preston’s favorite place in the whole wide world. Once a month, if he had been a good boy, Daniel’s mom took him on the bus downtown to Uncle Charlie’s and let him pick out one new toy. He had been a very good boy this month, and Daniel knew exactly what he wanted: a G.I. Joe.
Daniel’s best friend Ned had his own G.I. Joe. Daniel tried not to be jealous every time Ned played soldier with Joe, but it was hard when he really, really wanted one of his own.
From the outside Uncle Charlie’s looked like any other store. It had a red brick store front with big display windows, and a door with a sign hung in the glass that could be turned to read either “Open” or “Sorry, We’re Closed.” When his mom opened the door to Uncle Charlie’s, a little brass bell that hung over the door jangled to welcome Daniel inside. Daniel loved the sound of that bell because every time he heard it, he knew he’d be walking into a store made just for kids.
Uncle Charlie’s had just about every toy a kid could hope to have. Rows and rows of wooden shelves with model ships and planes; model railroad cars and little trees and fences and plastic people for when you played railroad; plastic horses of every shape and size; stuffed bears and a stuffed monkey that played cymbals when you wound him up; packages of little green army men; marbles and jacks and jump ropes and kites and roller skates.
And most important, Uncle Charlie’s had G.I. Joe.
(read the rest of the story here)