There was a knock at their door. Winston, a brave and victorious leader in the pine cone wars, sat up from his tree house. Wobbling towards the door, he opened it to see three giants rampaging his village. He knew what he must do. He stared at their damage, furious with the destruction. He fell from his tree house, there was booming in his ears from the giant's laughter.
"This is my village! They're my people! I will fight you beasts!" He cried out, marching towards their battle.
One of the beasts noticed this, bending down and snatching Winston from the ground.
"Look! I found a tiny one!" The beast
gleamed at the others.
"They're adorable! Let's keep him!' The other beast smiled.
Winston looked from left to right and breathed in, thinking of a plan.
For now, he must go along. He will stay with the giants, who seemed fond of Winston.
He will soon find a way to defeat the vile beasts and return to his village. Winston, the pine cone, the soldier, watched as his village faded away. His revenge will come.
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Winston : A Pinecone Tale
FantasyWinston. A warrior and defender of his village. He finds himself in the belly of the beast when he is captured by three horrid giants who wish to keep him under their capture. He has a plan. A plan of revenge on these beasts.
