The judges looked up at the golem and scoffed. It was thirty feet tall and clearly didn’t meet the requirements of the competition. One of them his attention to the teenage artificer, who looked like she was about to cry.
“While the details on your golem are impressive, you were supposed to make your golem out of household items.”
He was interrupted by ground-shaking footsteps. A giant crested the hill and stood bellowing outside the city, demanding to know who had stolen his teapot and smashed his clock.
“I did,” she insisted. “I just used ones from a bigger house!”

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