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From miles away we saw it, the mountain giant’s mouth.
So we mounted our metal lions on wheels
and sprinted toward the mountain giant’s mouth down its long black tongue.
We jumped off our metal lions and cautiously tiptoed into the mouth.
Its teeth drip, drip, dripped saliva down on our heads.
When we reached the esophagus,
the mouth closed,
and we were engulfed in darkness,
with only our cracker-like lightsabers to guide us.

Ethan Chen
Ethan Chen, 10
San Diego, CA