Jimmy and The Evil Eyewear: A Short Story.

Jimmy Rockford was an actual boy, living in an actual town, in an actual state, in an actual country, on an actual continent, on a potential planet.
He had a small pet beaver, called "Curtis The Dwarf". A treehouse in his backyard, called "King Tut's Castle at Plymouth", and a sister, called "Anne".
All was well in young Jimmy's life, until one rainy Wednesday afternoon, while walking down the street towards his beloved home, he stepped on a pair of stylish-looking sunglasses lying in his path. Of course dear Jimmy felt a deep sorrow in his heart for the person who had misplaced their belonging, but, not knowing what else to do with the unharmed eyewear,he slipped them on. As soon as his eyes opened and he looked through the dark lenses, his brow furrowed in confusion. The street ahead of him now looked completely different. Everything was changed into black and white, as sometimes happens with sunglasses, but the houses themselves lining the street looked as they might have a hundred years ago. Jimmy automatically moved to the side of the road when he heard the sound of a car approaching him from behind, but once it had passed, he witnessed that it wasn't a motor vehicle, but a horse-drawn carriage.
Jimmy, being a normal boy and thinking like any other normal boy named Jimmy would think, assumed that the sunglasses enabled the wearer to see into the past! Very much frightened by this idea, he ripped the eyewear from its perch on his nose and threw them violently onto the road at his feet. After a few quick glances around to insure than no one was in viewing distance, Jimmy brought his boot-clad foot down hard on the sunglasses. But no sounds of crunching plastic and shattering glass met his ear lobes. He removed his foot from atop the item and peered down at the perfectly intact lenses and scratch-free plastic edging. An unexpected fire built up in the poor boy's chest then; a mission to demolish the hazardous accessory set itself in his mind.
So Jimmy Rockford tried everything he could think of to properly destroy the sunglasses. From paying a passing 18-wheeler driver $10 to run over them repeatedly, to stealing one of the neighbor's axe from their backyard, and bringing it down, swing after swing, onto them. But alas, they remained unscathed. Not sustaining one chip from the abuse.
There was only one more thing young Jimmy could think to do that would prevent the sunglasses from being used for dastardly purposes; throwing them into the nearby river. Eloise Bridge stretched over the entirety of the roaring waters of the river, and once standing in the center of it, Jimmy dropped the evil eyewear in question over the railing. And with a wicked grin and toss of his cascading blonde hair, he skipped off home, pleased with himself at being too brilliant for his pants.

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The charming tugboat known as the "Macarena" had just passed under the Eloise Bridge, heading for northern Poland. One of the Macarena's sailors, Hector McStort, was moving some of the hefty rope bundles on deck when he heard an odd clatter behind him. Lying in someones forgotten puddle of citrus juice, was a stylish-looking pair of sunglasses.