A Day in the Life Of A Boy that loves toys

 I am Jon Hamm. I am a 13 year old gentry boy that loves games.  My favorite games are Shut the Box, Wooden soldier and crazy eights.  I like Trap Ball. I play that with my brother on the weekend and after my tutor.  My brother and sister love games also.  My brothers favorite game is Fox and Geese.  After my tutor or after we play trap ball in the yard, my brother and I head to the Toy Shop.  I meet the Toy shop owner, George, and we look at toys all afternoon and choose which one we want so on the weekend my father can buy us one.  My sister doesn’t like being that active but she likes playing dolls.  She likes Porcelain dolls and since we live in the center of town she can just walk to the millinery and look at dolls and dresses.  Today I am outside in my backyard behind our big white house.  My brother is rolling back the ball trying to hit the trap.  “Hay William Drescher”  Drescher was his middle name. “I bet that you can’t hit the trap”.  He looks at me madly with treacherous eyes.  

“Don’t call me by my middle name!!!”  said William

“Okay” I said.

I hit the trap and the ball went really far.  William picked up and rolled it back to the trap.  The ball was rolling fast and it was headed right for the trap.  The ball was going to hit the trap and then it hit a pebble and bounced away.  

“WHAT? NO THAT WAS GOING T-”

“Don’t worry about it William, it’s okay I’ll give you the point.  Things must be drawing their near end now. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Okay…” He looked down at the ground and walked toward the house.  

After dinner I caught William doing something on the table.  He was playing Fox and Geese.  

“William.” I said.

*No Answer.*  

“William! *No Answer* WILLIAM!”

“WHAT?!” He said in a loud tone .

“Stop and put that down.”  

“NO!” William said.  Mother walked through the kitchen hall and stared at us.  “What is going on you two?”

“Uhhhh.”  

“TELL ME NOW OR YOU GET PUT IN YOUR ROOM.” said Mother.

“William was making Fox and Geese on the table.” I said.

Mother stared at us both. “YOU BOTH ARE GOING TO YOUR ROOM.  With no toys.”

“Mom” said both of us.  

“I don’t even know why your father spoils you with toys.” She mumbled under her breath.” She said. “MARCH!”

WIlliam and I walk down the hall to our rooms with anger in my mind because of how he got me in trouble.  We walked in to our room.

“Hay.”

“What.” William said.  

“Lets go play some fox and geese on your bedboard.”

He looked up and smiled.  We played that whole night until our mother came in.  But now you don’t want to hear the rest of the story. It is too gruesome.