The Toymaker’s Shop
By Hari Year 9
On the edge of town, hidden behind crooked trees and swirling mist, stood a strange little shop.
Its sign read The Toymaker’s Workshop, and every child knew the rumours: the toys were alive.
It was Christmas Eve, and a curious boy named Danny couldn’t resist. He crept up to the door,
the dim light from inside flickering like a candle. He’d heard that the toymaker made the most
incredible toys, and he wanted to see for himself.
The door creaked open as if it had been expecting him. Inside, the shop was packed with shelves
of handcrafted toys. Soldiers saluted, dolls curtsied, and tiny trains chugged along their tracks.
Danny stared in amazement.
“Welcome, young man,” came a deep, kind voice. Danny turned to see the toymaker, a tall figure
with a white beard and eyes that gleamed like polished marbles. “Are you here to find the perfect
gift?”
“I,I just wanted to look,” Danny said.
“Well, look closely,” the toymaker said with a sly smile. He gestured to a display of snow globes.
“These are special. Each one holds a magical moment.”
Danny picked up a globe showing a little boy playing in the snow at Christmas . As he shook it,
the snow swirled, and the scene inside moved. The boy built a snowman, his laughter echoing
faintly from inside the glass.
“It’s amazing!” Danny exclaimed. “How does it work?”
The toymaker’s smile widened. “Would you like to make your own?”
Before Danny could answer, the toys around him began to stir. Soldiers marched in formation,
teddy bears waved, and the dolls turned their painted faces towards him.
