The last rays of the sun painted the hills in a hazy golden mist. The silence was broken by the sound that everyone loved to hear. Tanks rushed all over the place searching for the spot. The leaves were rustling, the gems were shining, the carcass of the tanks were lying and the sun was shining brightly. M3’s everywhere, big stable Vikings and hornets patrolled the area apart from one flimsy wasp. All of the tanks began to crowd and fight over the spot but the wasp used it speed to his advantage; got there but lag beat him to it. picture 2 100 words exactly