Release the Titan!

“Release the Titan!” The cry thundered and echoed throughout the city, amongst the ruins, and in the temple. The timid weeds shivered with fright and looked to each other for guidance and support. The bolder weeds, those who had armed themselves with lances and daggers, saw this as an opportunity to prove their heroics. The cry was not a death sentence to them, but a challenge.
A rumbling and jangling sound arose from the meadows. An alarm! It was faint at first and the timid weeds held onto the hope that they would not be trampled. But the sounds grew louder and faster. They seemed to change direction so as to defy locating the source. The bold weeds steeled themselves for an attack. A loud whistle cut through the air. Was it the signal to march forward? Summoning all the strength from their roots, the weeds turned towards the frightening sounds to meet their fate.

The large hairy beast surged forward and mowed down the first line of weed defense. The jangling and rumbling sound was deafening and shook the weeds just as the giant Titan crushed them and uprooted them with its mighty feet.

The bold weeds launched their attack, hurling missiles and daggers at the Titan but his armor held fast and the giant was not deterred. He stood amidst them and on top of many fallen weeds, triumphant. The hairy beast, the Titan, was the master of all he could see.

Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.

We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.

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