The Invasion

Another of those silly little quickwrites from the seventh or eighth grade.

Hi! I'm Matt. I'm an eleven-year-old giant who lives in Antarctica with my family, the Tall-Twigs. As you probably know, those tiny humans are so blind they can't see us. Let me tell you about the first time I went on an invasion with my dog, Branch.

I was 3 years old, and a big giant-tyke for my size, the fiercest of the fierce. It was 1532 in people years, only the 15th for giants. My dad worked at the research center still, and they had just designed the first Auto-Flyer. (It's a car that flies.)

Branch and I, well, I decided to Ramsack the people living on North America, in a place that later became the U.S. So I stole an Auto-Flyer and managed to get away. Branch got bored in the auto-flyer, so I let him cause a huge hurricane by swimming in the ocean while I stomped about the land yelling.

We scared the dickens out of those people there, because all they thought it was was a hurricane, earthquake, and thunderstorm at the same time! Branch and I, Matt Tall-Twig, flew home victorious after our first invasion.

Author's Note

Again, just for fun, so please nothing degrading or insulting.