The Woods The last rays of the suns pierced through the canopy, warming the ground, littered with the foliage and lush green moss. Wind gently hissed through the evergreen pines, slowly rocking them from side to side. A variety of birds sing to each other from every tree. Mice ran across the dry ground, the dew long gone from the humid morning. A small rill trickled it’s way through the forest floor, twisting and turning around the roots of the tall, rigid trees. Small, vibrant sapling pushed it’s way towards the ceiling, reaching for the glow of the evening sun.
A massive, towering, green figure trudged across the shrubs and twigs. He headed toward a small shack, smoke rising from a vent in the roof. His face was a mask of rage as he spots rodents and insects, crawling in and on his house. His breathes were shaking as he tried to suppress a shout of rage. The bugs looked at the ogre with a mild annoyance, as they believed they had done nothing wrong. “GET OUT OF ME HOUSE!!!” he yelled.