As we heard the shrieks of the wild boar, we rode over the mountain side to see what was happening. It was the trolls! We slid down the muddy hill side to get away from the big creatures. They were already upon us by the time we had hid in the tree. They picked us up like door mice. “Where are you taking us?” shouted Alexander. But they just ignored us So we gave up asking them. Just as we were stopping to make camp, a different rogue gang of trolls appeared so we were put down. We crawled into the forest. Suddenly the forest seemed alive as the trees stared to move.
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This is very good it has a good discription of the boar. Instead of saying the boar you discribed it as the wild boar this is a very good piece of writing 😉 🙂