Chewi

       On a hot morning in 1849 when it was the GOLD RUSH in California fever Chewi was a gold nugget in California. I am  Chewi.  I taste gross you probably do not want to eat  me.      

       One day I saw a man walking. He did not see me. He went past me. At night I felt sad because nobody took me to their house, so I went to sleep. In the morning I heard a horse coming toward me, so I wrote my name on myself. When the man saw my name he took  me, then he read my name, “Chewi!" Then I showed him that I could talk so he put me in his chest.  I asked, “Where are  you taking me?"

       He said “Just go to sleep,” so I went to sleep.

       When I woke up I was in something soft. I got off and walked  to try to find the man. When  he saw me he said, “Good morning!”          I  said, “Good morning” back. 

      When his children saw that I could play and talk they were so happy. One day the children were waking early to play with me.

The next day I told the man that felt good. I  asked, “What is your name?” 

     “Jack!”

       Jack had fun with Chewi. We were like best friends. When Jack's son had a birthday he said, “When I almost die I will give Gold Chewi to you!” The son  was so  happy that he would get Chewi to be his best friend after his father died. The children washed me and took a bath for a feast. 

      I said to myself, “I smell good”.