Hello literary friends! Mr. Giant was ready for bed, though his bed started to suspend.
The Giant decided to ask his pal for tools, hoping that everything would be cool.
“Baa baa black sheep have you any wool?” The Giant sighed. “Yes sir, yes sir.” The Sheep replied. The Giant was ecstatic, receiving three bags full. He went back into his home, sleepy and all. Fixing his bed, tired and ready to fall. The Giant jumped into his bed, feeling very cosy. Thinking about roses, with pockets full of posies.
Away the Giant’s mind went, going round and round. His spirit soaring, all through the town. The Giant’s dreams were now stout, with his comprehensive teapot being poured out. Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite, you wonderful writers! This Giant, hopes that no one has to pull any overnighters.