High in a snowy mountain there lived a young boy called Tom. He lived in a tiny village with his lovely parents. When Tom looked out through his window he could see the beasts of his village, protecting him the evil. But when he looked out through all the other windows, all he could see was glistening snow and dark clouds. Shiny icicles glistened like reflections of a lake.
Early one morning, there came a deafening roar, it was the beasts. They were in a trance; they were not doing their job. Tom sprinted to the king of the village and shouted “Quick, the beasts aren’t doing their job! “ The king ran out to try and stop them, but it was too late!
Early one morning, there came a deafening roar, it was the beasts. They were in a trance; they were not doing their job. Tom sprinted to the king of the village and shouted “Quick, the beasts aren’t doing their job! “ The king ran out to try and stop them, but it was too late!
Free the beasts