*A short story written in the point of view of a child with too many toys*
Lots of toys are sitting in my room.
I don't really play with toys that much, I don't want them.
They get dusty and sit in corners, left alone.
Mommy and Daddy keep buying me lots and lots of toys.
And I love Mommy's house, but I don't like going to Daddy's as much.
He yells a lot. And when he does, I get a new toy each time.
There's only two toys I play with, Brownie the Bear (he's my favorite).
And Ellie, the elephant, she was my first ever toy.
I think I have too many toys but if I tell dad that I don't want any more, he yells again.
He calls me "ungrapeful" I think that's what he said.
I don't know what that means, I just have too many toys.