Herbert was a treasure collecter. He liked everything about collecting treasures. He liked getting up in the morning. He liked thinking about what he would find that day. He liked going to the town's old dump. He liked looking around. He liked bringing the treasures home and putting them in his room He liked looking at them too. Everywere he looked in his room there was some kind of treasure-a hummer, a mirror, some screws, some corks for bottles, and pieces of glass. He just liked having treasures. His mother and father didn't like it though. One day, his mother said, '' Herbert please. Herbert, thrw some thing away'' ''I can't ,'' Herbert said '' they are treasures.'' '' Junk his father said '' Nothing but junk'' ''You never now,'' herbert said. ''They might be useful- someday .'' .. this rusty can?'' his father asked. ''can pt things in it,'' Hebert said. He put thee screws, four nails ,and a doorbell the can