"The Stocking Began to Move"
by
Carter

 One Christmas day it was night. I heard a crunching sound like wrappers opening. I went into the living room. The stocking began to move. I looked inside, there was nothing only candy, but then a hand came out and grabbed me in.

I saw all the candy, it was huge. I started eating it. The hand thought the candy was his. He didn't want me to eat the candy, so he threw me out. I told my mom, " I want a basket for a stocking next year.

 

  

The End


Story by: Carter, age 7, USA

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