Achilles

After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers, and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury he heard a boisterous cheer as Achilles rode into the blood soaked battle field. Behind him as far as the eye could see was positioned a large army. Walter Mitty the commanding leader of the opposing army stood motionless. If he exhibited any emotion he would strike fear into the eyes of the army. Achilles was as strong as an ox and as brave as a lion. He knew he was impossible to conquer, Walter Mitty knew it too and had an axe to grind. Originally he had a mischievous plan that would have the opposing army begging for mercy. However it was back to the drawing board once Achilles was the commander. Rays of sunlight illuminated, reflecting white light off the helmets' of the weary soldiers. The torridity of the sun caused it be hot as hell. "Alright men," Walter Mitty firmly stated, "it's never over till it's over." After an inspiring speech, Walter Mitty ordered the battalion to attack. Walter Mitty advanced, it felt as though Achilles was chomping at the bit. He traversed as swift as a leopard and the very hilt of his spear cast before Walter Mitty eyes. It was over he was mincemeat. Instantly, a sharp irritating voice quarreled, "Walter, you forgot to pay for parking." "Oh sorry, it must have slipped my mind," he replied. Walter Mitty dreaded the ride because it would consist of Mrs Mitty lecturing him.