The giant
One crisp autumn afternoon I was gingerly tiptoeing through the leafy park. My eyes glanced to a great big marble hand surrounding a tree with a limey blanket of moss clung on to it like a spider. I turned round and questioned myself was this a dream? NO. It can't be. Can it? If you imagine stuff in dreams don’t they usually appear? I turned back around and saw that the hand had disappeared? But then thud. The ground shook like ice cream on jelly. Suddenly there were two hands and two giant feet peeking out from the ground. I thought there was a giant underneath the ground but then there was a head too!
By Lily H-W
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