Everywhere Sam looked, he wanted it. Clocks, gold and lots of other things. What he really wanted, was the luxurious, enchanted, golden crown. Sam put it on and thought he was ruling England but he is just a year 6 school boy with high dreams. That was until he caught sight of his reflection in a mirror. He was 6 feet. He was wearing a splendid, polished, intricate design cloak with fierce paint on his face. He was Sam the king of England.
“I see you found my crown,” hissed a man. Sm put it back and looked at him. At first, he didn’t know who it was then he finally realised it was the king. He had imagined to be. He was wearing the same clock Sm was wearing