| You run over hill and
dale (and step over Chip and Dale) and then you see smoke coming from the
valley ahead. You burst through the trees into a clearing (and by
the way, wouldn't it be easier to go between the trees rather than bursting
through them?) and you find yourself standing next to a pair of giant boots.
"Hello," a voice booms from one end of the sky to the other. It's a giant. He's sitting on the ground, reading a book and wiggling his toes, in front of a bonfire. Two logs have been smashed into the ground on either side of the fire, and a long slender log is stretching between the two of them. A freshly-skinned monster -- your monster -- is slowly being turned bby the giant over the fire. "Hello," you say. "How's the weather up there?" "Fff-thppphh-fine," the giant says. It may be fine up there, but you're deluged by a shower of spittle. You cover yourself with the cloak. "Would you likethph-phhhh thum monster?" the giant asks. "Theys good eatin'!" He chomps a huge piece out of the barbequed monster and offers you the rest. You see the drool oozing around the bite and weakly shake your head. "If it's all right with you," you say, "I think I'll pass." "Thph-ph-ph-uit yerself," the giant says. He goes back to reading his book, Harry Potter and the Giant That Swallowed Him in One Gulp. A few paces away, you take off the cloak that the dying knight gave you and toss it into the woods. You think he would understand. Every human being on the face of the planet would understand. |