My young hero was vigilant. Each day my weeble wooble was on the look out, ready to slay all manor of evil. His meaty little drumsticks moved thundersously across my floors, trampling imaginary foes and our old feline who refused to give up her post! Of course one look at my hero's sagging load and tussled hair and you'd be rendered helpless with laughter.
Each week, Thom posts 3 words to help us stretch our writing muscles. Join us at 3WW. This week's words: helpless, trample, vigilant.