My stories for the paper binoculars

My stories for the paper binoculars

Story 1:

An old man bought the binoculars from the 99p store.

He bought the binoculars a few years back roughly between 2000- 2004 because the binoculars look a lot different and fragile compared to the cheap binoculars that are made these days.

He then took them home with him where he used them to spy on what his neighbours were up to. I do not know where the old man lived but he probably lives reasonably close to where the shop that sold the binoculars was if that helps.

The binoculars which were being used to spy on the old man’s neighbours was short lived because the old man threw the binoculars out of his window when he realised how difficult it was to see out of the binoculars. This would explain why the binoculars looked so ragged and misshaped when I saw them in the lesson.

Story 2:

I am in the park with two friends playing football, when I notice a younger aged boy playing with some binoculars; I know the boy but don’t talk with him much because I don’t know him well enough.

I go up to the boy and make conversation for a while. After a while I ask if I can borrow the boy’s binoculars. He looks unsure at first but then I tell him that he can trust me to look after them. He then hands them over to me with a satisfied smile on his face thinking ill look after them as I promised.

I played with the binoculars for a while and then my other two friends came over and asked to have a quick go with them. As soon as I did this they grinned and ran off with the little boys binoculars laughing at him. I looked back at the little boy’s face which showed the emotions of being upset and betrayed. I was too embarrassed to say anything to him so I ran after my mates.

Once my two mates were a distance away from the little kid they sat down and started laughing about what they had done. I sat down too but said nothing feeling bad inside because I had betrayed that boys trust. My two mates then talked about throwing it in the lake so at this point I snatched it off them and told them to grow up, I then started walking away towards where the younger boy had been playing with his binoculars. My mates shouted abuse at me as I walked away but I just ignored them.

When I got closer I could see the younger boy I walked towards him, he had an empty look in his face. When I got within in speaking distance, I said to him that I was sorry about what my friends had done and I handed him back his binoculars. He smiled and accepted my apology. I then asked the boy if I could join in. He grinned and said yes. We’ve been good friends since that day.

I like this story the most because the object (binoculars) is the moral of the story which is “never betray someone’s trust”.

Story 3

Starts with a dark building where a kid is making a paper binocular which he then has to put inside a Christmas cracker that he also makes. By this point the audience will realise that the kid is working in a factory somewhere paid underage most likely because the kid is dressed in clothes that are torn and dirty. It is Christmas Eve and the kid has to meet a quota before he can go home.

Then we follow the Christmas cracker which is packaged with 11 other Christmas crackers in a box as it is transported from the factory to a supermarket in High Wycombe. I pick the box of Christmas crackers up in the morning on Christmas day and bring them home where I lay them out on the table with the turkey and Christmas pudding and other festive food.

We have a lot of our family and relatives around for Christmas lunch this year. When we have eaten we then pull the crackers. I pull mine with my 6 year old cousin. He wins and pulls out the binoculars where his smile widens and he spends a long twenty minutes playing with them.

We all then open our main Christmas presents. My little cousin gets a Lego set and immediately drops the binoculars and starts playing with his Lego. The binoculars were never used again.

This story shows stories inside it using the binoculars like how the kid was suffering and making these toys to live and on the receiving end we were sitting at home eating roast turkey and playing with toys from inside of the crackers

The other story is that the kid put so much effort into making the toy and when my cousin got it  he was thrilled but then he ditched it as soon as he got his main presents.