Question

Essay on if i would be a toymaker

Answer 1

The Toy Maker

THE TOY MAKER
No one knew of his name, no one knew who he was. The only thing that guided their information was a slew of rumors that were out-standing for a very long time. The eldest in town knew hardly anything of him. Only that he was abandoned at a young age.
The facts were of his father, a toy maker, died of Leukemia. This left him, the son: a piece of land that hosted trees, a cotton field, a small river, and a castle-like tower, which this is where he and his father resided. At the people’s guess, the son was not much older than six. For when the father died, a small boy could be heard in the distance. Yet the boy was a mute. His father was too busy in order to be teaching him the English language. 
The people heard him for many days and many nights, until slowly, the nights were silenced. Many years passed as the children of the Old Toy Maker, entered into adulthood. They had children of their own and many of which were in extreme poverty. The streets where were once filled with happiness which was now filled with depression, a deep and highly unforgiving grim appearance. Among this, the Toy Maker lurked.
The Toy Maker walked hunched slightly over, his body was straight. Although they say that it was from the hours and days, hunched over a table creating all sorts of contraptions. His leather apron was notorious for having various amounts and types of stains. His sleeves were rolled back and past his elbows. He wore a choice of either black or brown corduroys with black shoes. His hair was of a shaggy brown mane. This gave him the air of an unwanted misfit. Correctly speaking, he was.
He stayed amongst his tower for most of his life and hardly ever wandered among the grounds of outside his tower, unless if it was needed. Which was mostly a few times every month; the people depended on him to fix things around or inside their homes. Only on his land is where he naturally roamed. Amongst his woods to make chairs and tables for children or a pull toy of various proportions. Perhaps his cotton fields and massive amounts of cotton quantities became a teddy bear. Or threads stuffed to the edges in the forming of a blanket. He was quite a generous person of no words. Yet it brought questions when the police had to shoot him in the back of the head which killed him on Christmas Day. 

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The Toy Maker’s eyes opened, another lonely day. Yet in small annoyance that the people would ask him of another constructive favor, he still performed the task. Not only did he create the toys for the children of the village, he did everything else as well. It was not that the people were lazy; it was the Toy Maker, who knew of only work and work only. A craftsman in short words. He slowly crept out of his father’s bed (which he has slept in ever since of his passing). The feel of the cold air in the walls was something that he was always used to. 
He then walked over to the fireplace, took a match from a nearby ledge and scraped it against the wall. He dropped it in as the logs then began to take off his night clothes and got dressed. This concerned of brown socks, white undershorts, a white button-downed shirt, and brown trousers with brown suspenders. He then pulled the suspenders up onto his shoulders. He slowly walked over to a cupboard-like dresser, opened it and pulled out, a pair of black shoes. He slowly put them on and slowly walked downstairs. His feet made the only noise as they traveled on the floor. 
Every day was the same, get dressed, make breakfast, and get to work. His work was first an inventory check which was to check his supplies of wood, cotton, water, tools, cloth, rope and a few other things. If anything was of low or of missing standards, it was first on his list to replace or renew. This happened just about three times a month. If he didn’t have to replace anything then it was onto his work station which he began to make a chair or two, a stuffed animal, a pull-toy, a small table or stand, maybe a skateboard every once in a while as well. 
He catered to the ages of the children. Every year was something bigger and this started from birth. If requested, he would make a crib for the parents of a newborn. A rocker, a changing table or just a set of clothes made for the newborns. As a child would get older, the interests began to change and the Toy Maker followed along with it. Many of the children took an interest in music and the Toy Maker made a violin or a cello or a guitar. On a rare occasion, he made a harp for a girl who left the village to become a professional musician. She invited him to a concert but he refused. On another occasion, a young man joined the army. The Toy Maker made a guitar for him and waved good-bye to him. The guitar came back, but the young man did not. 
The ages didn’t always

Answer 2

If I could make a toy, I would make a box that you can pull anything out of it. Here are a few things that would be in it. There would be a cat or a dog or a bird, but I would not pull two things out at the same time.