Challenge 8

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Words: Rome, Fall, Carolus,Potato, Glory, Hammer, Stone, Dwarf, Dog 
Using all words is not compulsory but at least 4 words should be used from the above words.
==1st Position: Mia Pallas with 6 upvotes==
Dear Emperors Potato, Lord of Dawi and Spuds.
Thank you for writing a letter to me. I am here, at the pearly gates pf Heaven with your beautiful and gentle dog. I believe I will be taken care of her until you can grace us with your presence.
As you play civalization 6 and represent the glory of Rome and listen to songs by gloryhammer, the pride you bestow upon me is grand. Your dwarves may fall but in the end you are victorious.
Best wishes,
King Carolus Rex
==2nd Position: Prarthana Modi with 4 upvotes==
Fall
Fall was here
I had to be prepared
Stories are narrated
Of how I humiliate myself
Every year in this season
Gods it's so embarrassing
That fail to tell them
But maybe I won't say 
But sing it to you
So here you go
Hear the story of
How I injure myself
It was a Monday
The weather was nice
I thought I could fix
A nail in the wall
So I grabbed a hammer
And bought it down 
But instead of the nail
I smashed the hammer 
On my poor little thumb
Ouch! It pained too much 
The blood flowed and flowed
But hey! that's not the end
After I got my thumb fixed up
I went to take my dog 
On a little crazy walk
I bent down for a minute
And loosened my grip 
On her leash
She ran faster than
I could catch her
I ran after her
For what seemed like hours
And when I finally found her
I fell over a stone 
I hurt my knee pretty bad
I could glimpse the white
Of my bone inside
I got scared of the wound
Thought I had broke some bones
Luckily though, I didn't
But it was my dog 
Who had made me go
On wild goose chase
So I blamed her for my wound
Guess what? She bit me
I had to get so many injections
Just for blaming her
So to conclude
Sing with me
Fall is the season 
Of falling miserably
And getting yourself injured
It lives up to it's name
Well what can you say
Except that take care
And do not fall down in Fall
==3rd Position: Izzy960 with 3 upvotes==
The dwarf potato is prone to boils
To rid them of these unsightly dots
A sight worse than Rome’s fall
One must first dissect
A glorious breed
Of the noble wolf
“Dog”, they call it
With a fresh forged hammer 
From the isles of woe
And wash the potato
Upon the beasts guts
==4th Position: Samirah ara with 1 upvote==
Carolus walked along the dusty road of the plaza, kicking up dirt and small stones with his leather sandal. Everything was covered in dust, and it hung in the air like a thick blanket, making Carolus cough. Kids ran past him, play fighting with sticks. The plaza was full of people, all doing different things; shopping, gossiping, fighting, and working. A blacksmith hammered away on an anvil, shaping a metal shield. Servants and women bought meat, potatoes, and other vegetables from stands set up in the center. A stray dog sniffed at a pile of ox dung, whimpering quietly. Two grown men argued with each other, their faces red. The smells in the plaza were strong too, filling the air with pungent aromas. Food cooking, unwashed bodies, rotting wood, and dry heat all swirled in the air together. Carolus wrinkled his nose, and brushed his hand across his hair, pushing it away from his hot forehead. His hair was wet and sticky, and clung to his hand. The sun beat down on his head and body, making sweat drip down his face and legs. He followed a small trickle of other boys his age, walking to a far shaded corner of the plaza. There, on a pile of straw and cloth, and old dwarf of a man sat. He only went up to most of the boys shoulders, which is why they all teasingly called him “homunculum”. Still, all the boys respected him, for he was known for his stories. He would tell long tales of the legions of Rome, big battles and wars, conspiracies, and treachery. He would tell of the fall of barbarian groups, and glorious battles full of blood and gore. The old man cleared his throat, and all the boys quieted down, settling themselves on bags, crates, or just on the dirt ground. Then, the old man spoke, and the story began.
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