I am learning to: write about what happens before during and after a event.
Whack! Woosh! That’s when Mike heard it behind the bushes, running to see what it was. He was so curious to know, pushing through the bushes and that’s when he saw it. Big red parts! Taking them inside hoping there would be all the parts of a robot so that he could make his very own.
After a day he had made his very own robot. Standing right in front of him was a wonderful creation. His robot was almost as big as his house, he had claws which could pinch like crab feet, and many legs that could help him crawl like a spider to move around. He was giant but didn’t look all that scary. A wire was by the robots back so he plugged it in. Then it said, “hello there, I am Hammy, I am a helping robot.” There was a red button feeling like that it was trouble so he put a sign that said,”don’t touch,” and he hoped no would touch it.
Hammy was helping the whole neighborhood. One month later everyone called Hammy the Robot Helper. But one day a child named Billy was on his bike going down the street and saw Hammy. Billy went up to Hammy and said, “wow are you a robot?” Hammy replied, “yes do you need help with anything?” Slowly getting Billy got off his bike and went closer to Hammy and just realised the red button and he saw the sign but just then Mike came and saw what was happening in the scene so he started running screaming, “ don’t press it! Don’t press it!” But it was to late.
Beep! “Noooooo!” yelled Mike. “Self destruct, self destruct, self destruct,” said Hammy. Mike ran to Hammy pushing Billy and said, “please don’t, not now at least.” “Five, four,” counted down Hammy. Billy had to make a move so he took Mike’s hand and said run and they went behind the walls of a house. BAM! Smoke filled the air. Mike got up and saw the remainings of Hammy. Tears came down his eyes. Billy went quickly to tell the neighborhood. A year later Mike had decided to have a robot funeral for Hammy. But one thing was when you try not to make something which had no heart why make it when you already have had someone with a heart.
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