I seize the moment to tear through the bag. No way am I staying put like a sitting duck only to become a midnight snack.
Once my fellow countrymen and I are out of the bag, we say a fearless prayer to our Lord and Savior. Miraculously the stone is rolled away, and we escape our ruthlessly evil captor.
The angels who've been sent to our aid are huge and magnificent, while the cyclops seems only a small morsel in their eyes. They easily roll the stone back into place and give it an everlasting seal.
Inside the cave, the cyclops begins to shrink and lose all might as he struggles senselessly to move the boulder blocking his exit. He sits in defeat and disappears like a bad dream.
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