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took out a crafting table and started working on the wood for the house. “Kyra’s right, we don’t have enough wood.”
    Steve looked at the tree that stood near his property. He always loved looking at the tree from his window, but he knew that if they chopped down the tree, they would have enough wood to make the house. “We can chop down that tree,” he said, pointing at the tree.
    Adam took out an ax and started to chop down the tree. As Max crafted the house with the wood, Lucy and Kyra built the windows and Steve crafted the beds.
    â€œWe don’t have to make it very big. Let’s just keep it basic,” Steve told them.
    The group constructed the house, and when it was finished, they were satisfied with their new structure.
    â€œNot bad!” Max said, walking through the new wooden home. “I might sleep here tonight.”
    â€œI wouldn’t sleep here. I told you, it is too vulnerable,” said Steve.
    â€œI think we’ll all have to sleep here tonight,” said Adam. “We have to stay here and wait for the griefer. It’s the only way we can trap him.”
    The group had spent so long building the house that they didn’t realize it was almost nighttime.
    â€œI guess we have no choice,” Steve’s voice was shaky, he was scared to sleep in a wooden house—one attack from a creeper and the house could burn to the ground.
    â€œIf we stick together, we can make it through the night and maybe the griefer will show up,” said Lucy hopefully.
    â€œAnd what’s the plan when and if he arrives?” asked Steve.
    Max took out a large cage from behind the house. “I built this earlier. We will trap the griefer in the cage, like we did to the rabbit.”
    â€œHow are we going to get a person into a cage? We can’t lure him in with carrots, he’s too smart!” said Steve.
    â€œWe are going to take out our swords and tell the griefer if he doesn’t surrender, we’ll attack.” Max had the plan all worked out.
    â€œDo you think that will work?” asked Lucy.
    â€œI hope so,” said Max.
    Boom ! There was a loud blast.
    â€œWhat was that?!” Max cried out.
    â€œIt sounds like it came from the direction of my house!” yelled Steve.
    â€œShould we look out?” asked Lucy. Night was slowly approaching and they knew hostile mobs were lurking on the grassy field.
    â€œWe could armor up and see what happened,” suggested Kyra.
    The group put on their armor and walked out of the small wooden house into the night.
    â€œI don’t see any creepers or skeletons,” Lucy said as she looked in all directions.
    â€œBut look at that! That wasn’t here before!” Kyra pointed to a witch hut.
    â€œShe’s coming out!” cried Max.
    The witch’s lavender eyes lit up in the dark sky. Her black hat almost blended into the darkness.
    â€œJump back!” Adam screamed. “She has a splash potion!”
    Max took out his bow and arrow and fired at the witch but missed her.
    The witch walked closer to the group with a potion in her hand. She took a sip of the potion and raced toward Max.
    â€œShe drank a speed potion. Sprint, Max!” yelled Adam.
    Max sprinted away but he couldn’t move fast enough. The witch threw a potion of weakness at Max and he couldn’t sprint any farther.
    Steve shot an arrow at the witch, striking her. She fell to the ground.
    Adam ran over to Max. “Here’s some milk. This will help you combat the witch’s potion.”
    â€œThank you,” said Max, barely getting the words out because he was so tired.
    â€œAdam,” said Steve. He pointed to something in the distance. “Look!”
    Adam stood up and looked in the direction of his home. It had been blown up. “No!” he cried out in despair.
    As the sun came up and a new day began, the group could see the side of Adam’s house ripped to pieces