I wrote this for English class. A scene from the POV of an inanimate object: the fence that steals Jem's pants. Enjoy. I don't own the book.
A fence. A fence has one purpose. To keep the unwanted away and those already inside within. Fences sit there, sores on the land, fulfilling their life's purpose. Most fences are happy doing this, living a life of servitude for those who built it, save me. Oh no, I wasn't happy with my existence. I wanted more. I wanted pants.
The clothing fascinated me, everyday I longed for legs to sport the ever so coveted item of my affection. So when the opportunity arose to claim such a prize, who was I to shoot down my dreams? Who was I to resist the temptation of the pants?
The human children had gone around the front entrance of my land, avoiding me all together. But when they needed to run, underneath my bottommost plank was the most opportune exit. The first two cleared fine, their pants were ragged and didn't catch my eye. But the last one's pants…I needed them. I needed them like the human children needed air. I needed them badly.
So I snagged them, ripping them from it's body. It didn't seem to mind, it was only glad to get away. So I held the pants, basking in their pants-like glory. Until my builder snatched my pants away. I was infuriated by his action. Those pants were rightfully mine! So you can imagine my euphoria when the pants returned to me. They were nicer now, and I realized that my carpenter was only doing me an act of service by restoring the once ripped pants to their former glory.
Sadly, I didn't get to keep them long. Their former owner snatched them away with no regard for my love. He stole my pants! He stole the only And there was nothing I could do about it. So I lived out the rest of my days in never-ending grief, mourning the loss of my pants.