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Pine Tree
“The Pine Tree Kingdom”
 
 A breeze went by carrying the smell of the lake across the street. The smell was a 
 bouquet of the freshwater, being carried up the grassy hills through the wineberries, then 
 blasted with strong pine. It was a sunny day and I was in my throne at the top of my tree 
 kingdom next to my queen. A girl named Marisa who I had a huge crush on. 
 
 As I sat on my throne, a few branches that could be used as a chair, I called down 
 orders to my friends as we prepared to take on the enemy 
 kingdom, on this day it was the Persians. 
 
 "Ready the catapults!" I called as I brushed a branch aside to view the imaginary 
 enemies. My warriors grabbed a pinecone and prepared to throw. I continued to watch with wise 
 patient eyes, as the army grew nearer I slowly and firmly said. 
 "Steady... STEADY..." I threw my pine cone and yelled "FIRE!" They followed their command 
 with the obedience expected of a kings loyal army. 
 
 "Knights away!" I commanded and my knight, the younger brother of my crush, rushed 
 down and grabbed his plastic sword and ran out swinging at imaginary foes, soon I ordered my 
 sister down and they fought back to back, stabbing and slicing their enemies down. 
 
 
 
    "As king I am needed in the battlefield, the strongest shall prevail!" I grabbed my queens 
 hand and kissed it before climbing down grabbing my sword and joining them, she took over 
 giving orders shouting random areas from which we were being attacked. I would charge to 
 where she yelled and start hacking at the tall grass and sometimes the wine berry bushes. 
 
 
   The wineberries red juices left what could substitute as blood on out blades of weightless 
 dull plastic. As our enemies crumbled under the mighty force of my armies we grunted and gave 
 our best battle cries. Eventually the queen celebrates,
 
 
   “The battle is ours, the kingdom remains, come back to me my king.”
 We all return to the tree, stabbing our plastic swords into the soft soil and going to the table, a 
 small blanket in the grass with sandwiches in baggys.

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