Hi- not sure how long you want it to be, or how advanced the vocab, but I gave it a go!
Explanation:
Edward was 4 when his mother gave him the toy truck. He was instantly in love. With little flames painted on the side and big wheels on the bottom, the toy was exciting and fun to play with. His parents, who saw how happy Edward was with the truck, gave him hundreds more trucks to keep him smiling. They gave him every truck imagineable- big, small, manual, even remote controlled! Eventually, Edward had a small room full of trucks that he liked to play with. Even with all the other trucks, though, Edward's favorite was still the little truck with the flames.
One day, Edward was playing outside with his little flame truck when he pushed it too hard and it started rolling down the sidewalk. Edward started to chase after it when his parents started calling for him. "Edward, you know you aren't allowed to leave the front yard!" they said. Edward tried to explain what had happened, but by the time they started looking, Edward's truck was gone. Edward was heartbroken, and vowed to stay in his bed all day tomorrow.
The next day, a big green garbage truck stopped by Edward's house. Usually, Edward loved seeing the big truck in action, but today Edwards was too sad to go look. Soon, the doorbell rang. Edward ignored this, too.
"Edward! Come here, sweetie." yelled Edward's mother. Slowly, Edward got up from his bed and walked to the front door. Standing there was his mother and one of the garbage men. "The garbage man has something to give you," explained his mother.
The garbage man crouched down to be on eye-level with Edward. "I believe I have something that belongs to you," he said as he opened his fist. There was Edward's flamed truck! Edward through himself at the garbage man and thanked him for saving his truck.
Now, whenever the garbage truck stops by Edward's house, Edward waves to the garbage man with his own truck in his hands.
