Playroom

It was morning, I gulped down the last cornflake. I rushed upstairs to my playroom. Then I played WAR. My hands beat the toy drum, it was the sound of a battle. The scaly dragon swooped over the castle burning everything in his way. Suddenly an ear- piercing screech filled people with horror, a griffin clawed at warriors killing all in sight. The griffin is a combination of a lion ,eagle and scorpion. The excited witch danced as her brother the king perished." Children, dinners ready," a soft voice called. It was mum. Now was dinner time.