The giant lumbered along... in the Southern Hemisphere.......
He decided to have a rest so he sat on the river's edge
He put his legs across the moving water and placed his feet in the jungle the other side
and waited for something to happen
suddenly he felt a searing pain in this left foot and looked down at some sort of lizard clamped into his flesh.. and saw a huge tarantula nearby watching...
Oh! why did he stop to rest he wondered?
and not only that now his other foot was being attacked, what sort of biting stinging creature was that?
applying bone-crushing pressure?
Oh, how he wished he had never stopped and lingered in the first place ... he pulled both feet out of the jungle and feet up, looked down at his Dick and Balls... why there were stinging red ants all over them... how in the world was he going to get them to release and stop the pain...?
Would he have to Kill them and pry them off? or dip them in the cold water? or would he already be poisoned either way...?
and all Swollen up.
hobbling for the rest of his life?
The Poor Poor Giant.
I enjoyed the amount of imagination you left for the reader to envision this giant and the jungle ,allowing me to see this giant in my mind and what he looked like and the jungle he was in the creatures and the creek all full of life, u provided the plot and allowed me to vision it ... Good job jaunito, love ya man
ReplyDeleteVery nice. Thank You.
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