As they left Foxy Fortress, Sir Foxtrot  heard a noise from the bushes… it was a fox messenger, he informed that the ogres had broken through the blockade and we’re coming to attack them then they saw it just the map said Hellish Hills.

They got there they beheld city attach the side of the mount ender put in because the fox trot Burdett and entrance they found an old wine cellar to stay anonymous in.

Mini went to look for food for he was smaller. He went to get food at the store that was closed (thankfully) he got: cheese, eggs, ham, dragon pudding (whatever that is), I cooked bore, A head of lettuce, tomatoes, and an apple.

“ Hey kid, “ said an anonymous voice and the thing approached Mini with his eyes wide then mini saw the name of the town… dragons keep!!! And then he spotted the dragon it’s closing in…

What are bright? A collection of shimmers from a blazing bazar,a wealth of lanterns screaming through the night and molten metal splitting the shadows of the factory.

What are brittle?  A medieval court members ponder wig in the winter frost, a starlings wing snapping in a tiger attack and a lonely boy’s happy heart.

What are heavy? Mars suspended in middle of space,  gilt of something pulling you down and a me at all you can eat.

What are swift? A mako shooting through the sea or lightening brake sound as it is racing to the ground,  and your last year of school.

What is slow? Fooling asleep in bed,  the smell of pie entering your nose and the night in a pool.

What is sad? Not having a date on valentines, being betrayed by your best friend, and the end of this poem

I have never, beholden a west African spectator summer sunset, but I have seen a sunrise parrot in all its glory.

I have never, climbed mount Rushmore in 3 minutes at night, but I have climbed up the pyramid at Belmont community primary school in under 3 seconds.

I have never, constructed a vast glistening emerald palace with my bare hands, but I have billet many friendships over the years.

I have never, consumed sword fish in Atlantis with Poseidon, but I have inhaled fish and chips like a whale shark to krill.

I have never befriend a adolescent melodeon, but I have made friends with my dog jester.

I have never thrown a ww2 grande, but I have thrown a sloppy slimy smelly ball for my bog

I have never court a metro 100 miles across but I have court a cricket ball thrown by my granddad.

I have never run 7000miles with 100,000 anvils with out breaking a sweat but I have ran 8 laps of the Belmont community primary school field  and sweat like a bog.

I want to paint 

the sooty battle field as I get to my feet to flee or fight, my short sword, the blood broker and my amour ready to rely the blow.

I want to paint 

the M1 Grand in my hand like a toy if I was playing pretend, the flash of guns like fireworks on the 4th of July, bonnets flying into bodies, like a warm knife through butter.

I want to paint the taste of blood in my mouth like rotten raspberry jam. I want to paint the smell of cremated flesh from my flamethrower. I want to paint the sound of swords clashing in mid air. I want to paint the possibly of no more wars. I want to paint the distance between me and safety. I want to paint the memory of peace.

I want to paint the end of all wars.