Skipping to school, I saw this weird looking thing on the footpath. It was shaped like a triangle but with no sharp sides.
“Hello, my name is Mr Triangle and my real name is Smothe.” pronounced the triangle.
“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be on an ironing board?” I asked.
“Yes I should be.” He started. “But my old owner thought I was trash so she took me to an op shop and here I am.” He continued.
“BING, BING, BING!”went the door.
She picked up Mr Triangle and left with him. I continued to walk to school.