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broken toy

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I remember when the lady paid at the desk and her young son took me in his hands, his face
enthusiastic filled me with joy, he loved me and I love him. We leave the toy store together, then
I was happy. He took me to his house, where we played every day. I moved my wings, powered
by batteries, and jumped after my owner with my short yellow legs, both were happy.




One day his parents took us to the forest, play all afternoon, as happy as ever, I never thought that
joy was to end. But fate gives twists. It was an accident, my boy stumbled and fell on me, my
wing was broken. The look of sadness of the young was very touching, he loved me anyway.
But then came his father, his words cheered her son, for me it was like a sentence.


"Do not be sad, we'll buy another."


the sir picked me up, her hands were cold. He examined my damage, my mechanism was broken
and that affected my second wing, but could still walk slowly. Hoped to demonstrate by this that
I just needed to be repaired, but he did not care, he took my batteries, I could not move.


He threw me in the trees.


I felt empty, sad for the loss of my owner and I was there for days. Until someone found me, was
a bird, a real one, looked at me with curiosity, was there with me a long time, then approached
me, he accept me, other birds began to approach, they lived in the nearby trees. They wanted to
meet me. I no longer felt alone.




Months went by, my friends were with me. They thought I was weird, my feathers were rare and
my body felt hollow and hard, was plastic. It was just like them in appearance. Even so, they
liked me and I them. They were with me and that was enough.




But time stops for no one, the autumn ended and the cold began to be felt. My friends had to
emigrate. I saw them move away from me one by one, some stayed with me for a little longer,
they were concerned, encouraged me to follow them, I could not, wished to become a real bird
and follow them, but that was impossible for me, I not owned such authority. They could not stay
for me, had to leave me in their memories or die with me. The decision was obvious. Finally the
last bird left, I just said goodbye, destined to stay in the abandonment, a broken toy, stationary,
slowly being buried in the snow.





Quick story I had no time to review it thoroughly, but I'm satisfied with the outcome. and as a favor; if anyone find a grammar error can please tell me where? the translator can cause a real disaster sometimes.
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EsotericAngel's avatar
So sad, but lovely! Nice job!