Acorn Man

So now I wander around in the woods and fight some dragons and steal their treasure. Then, all of a sudden, here comes Acorn Man. He appears out of nowhere, and his head is an acorn, and his hands are likewise acorns. “Somebody better call the police,” I shout. 

Acorn Man retires to feed the swamp creatures; so I whisper to some squirrels and they dash forth and bite on his toes. Now Acorn Man is weak and ready to faint. 

However, just then, something hits my face. I study the projectile and note that it is an acorn. Now I’m enraged and almost ready to let out a roar. But, instead of losing my composure, I step aside and murmur to a flock of pretty birds, and they fly over and peck Acorn Man for food. The squirrels from the scene above also help out with this chore; thus, all ends well.