Too good to be true

I am learning to: write a narrative based on a picture

In 2050 there was a ten year old boy named Joe, who lived in a two story house with just his parents that made him clean up his room every time he messed it up, which was every day.

One night Joe snuck into the family computer room at midnight he turned the computer on. Then Joe went on an online website and bought the latest robot ever made and just as he clicked the button to get it delivered there was a knock at the door. Luckily, his parents didn’t wake up from the loud banging. When Joe quickly opened the door and saw a massive package with a label on it saying ‘this package is for Joe’.

Joe heaved it inside and ripped it open. Inside the package was a humongous, red robot that was one meter and three quarters tall and in the shape of an oval with a face down by its legs. It had two scrawny arms on the sides with two fingers at the end of them. Joe had a good look around the robot and found a big, red switch on it’s back that said on underneath the switch and off at the top.

Joe pulled the switch down, then the robot turned on and said to Joe “what would you like me todo for you.” “Every afternoon at 2pm,” Joe said “I would like you to tidy up my entire bedroom without being seen by mum or dad, so whenever I come home from school and look in my room it will be very tidy. Come I can show you a good place to hide.”  The robot followed Joe into his room. “This is the room that you will be cleaning up each day at 2pm,” said Joe.

Joe told the robot that there was a trapdoor underneath his bed that had a ladder which went down to a room with an alarm clock on a empty shelf that rang every day at 2pm. At the same time, both Joe and the robot bent down to look at the trapdoor, “this will be your room,” said Joe while opening it. “I wonder how we’ll get you down there since your so big and fat” Joe said. “Don’t worry I can just shrink myself down to your size” said the robot. Then the robot shrunk to Joe’s size and crawled underneath the bed, climbed down the trapdoor ladder and into the other room.

The next day when Joe came home from school his mum was standing with the angriest face she ever had and said “why did I see a robot in this house at 2pm this afternoon?” Joe was an honest boy and told her what he did. From that day on mum made Joe clean his room and mum got rid of the robot.