James' smile slowly went away. He no longer heard the laughter of his brothers and sisters. His cheeks got hot. This present is too small to be my wagon. Where is my beautiful red wagon, thought James.
His family watched as he slowly unwrapped his gift. His heart pounded, it was a wagon. It was green, not red. It was small not big. Most of all it was wood not shiny metal! James eyes filled with tears. He was angry.
"I hate it.", cried James. "It's ugly. It's small. I hate it!", he screamed.
He threw his new wagon down with a crash, stomped off to his room, and slammed the door with a bang.
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