The Giant – A fifty word Mini-Saga

The trees stood like forgotten sentinels who never deserted their post. Yet I was in agony. A bumblebee the size of a rat stung me behind the ear. I was crying when a giant threw me on her shoulders and sprinted through the forest. After-all, what else are mothers for?

 

 

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