Hunting the Hydra
Three hundred thousand years
ago there lived a stinky, fat, revolting hydra that was going to make the world
crumble. Someone had to defeat it, he was known as the chosen one. He was
called Spiro.
It all started in a small village.
There was a group of people who went hunting in a sunny wood. There was Spiro
with two men from the village.
When they got in to the wood,
roots covered the entrance and it turned dark - it seemed polluted. They smelt BLOOD. The leader, Spiro,
said ”Move on, nothing to worry about.”
Suddenly, the hungry hydra jumped
out and ate one of the men. The hydra had four sickly, green heads and teeth as
sharp as diamonds and was bigger than a giant. Luckily, Spiro had taken a sword
and shield. He had one man left.
“Help!” the man shouted, but
Spiro was fighting a different head so the man got eaten. Spiro then managed to
chop off one of the hydra’s heads but the hydra grew two more. The hydra
thrashed Spiro to the ground and shot his head to eat him. His teeth got in to
Spiro’s arm and blood squirted everywhere. He nearly ate Spiro but Spiro
grabbed his sword and stabbed it in the hydra’s mouth. The head went black.
Spiro realised he had to do it to all seven heads.
Spiro jumped on the hydra and
jabbed its mouths until he had defeated it. Spiro didn’t realise the wood was
still a dangerous place but he made it home – this time…
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