first flower

It was a beautiful flower, the only flower blooming in the barren field stretched for miles.

He stooped down and picked it up, held it to his nose for fragrance.

The earth started to shake under him, then it cracked and a hand, a huge hand almost the size of a football field shot out and grabbed his waist.

Then the rest showed up, almost five storey tall, glaring at him with angry eyes.

“How dare you pluck my first flower!”

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