There was a Three Line Tales prompt this week after all, so here goes. Thanks Sonya!
photo by Serge Kutuzov via Unsplash
After days of drifting on a waveless sea, the rebel block finally ran aground on a treeless coast.
The leader of the insurgents looked through binoculars at the sea of green and frowned—it had to be better than the treeless city, but something was not quite right, and he almost gave the order to push off and try somewhere else.
If his binoculars had been more powerful he would have seen that the green sea was not grass but tiny teeth, and if the double-glazing had not been so effective, he would have heard their hungry chatter, and the death cries of millions of tree roots.