275 Day's Old

It was huge, it came at me from no were,
I launched myself at it,
I growled as I took it by the tail,
Forcing it into my mouth, I bit down,
As I did, its head reached round and grabbed my leg,
Squealing I kicked it off, and rolled over and over,
Wrestling him as I went, A battle that took an age,
I refused to give into this beast,
I kicked, I bit, but it kept coming back at me,
Unable to run, pinned in grip,
I gave one last yell of frustration,
whilst using the last of my strength,
As I rolled on top of it, the head in my hands,
I squeezed tight, I head butted hard,
I will defeat it, I will,
Sproutling must win this battle,
Its tail whipped round I grabbed it with a flailing arm,
I glared at it, its head by now pinned under my chest,
One last roll, and I give in, tiredness too much,
I surrendered to the land of slumber,
I will be back to finish this fight tomorrow..!!