Jack
in the Land of Giants
He
climbed up. You know the story: turns out you can walk on clouds.
Who knew? But the story you've heard gets the next part wrong. He saw
the giants' sheep from a long way off. Up close he realized one of
their hooves was big enough to put him through the cloud. No matter,
didn't want to steal sheep anyway.
Slid
right under the door (must be a pain to heat, and drafty). Found
himself in a one-room cabin more primitive than his mother's house.
The shepherdess was home, looking not a day over 17. Her size ZZZ
breasts were something to behold, and from Jack's perspective it was
clear she didn't own any underwear. She was fine, but when he thought
about kissing that mouth, that red cleft that could suck him in like
a grape, his blood started flowing back into his brain where it
belonged.
This
was starting to look like a quick smash and grab (without the smash,
since even a needle here was almost as big as Jack). He found a
penny on the floor but it weighed about 20 pounds. What does a poor
shepherd, of any size, have for a young boy to steal?
He
ate well, once he figured out how to get to the table top (the
curtains came in handy). A meal of cheese, black bread, and mutton
really satisfied. Jack and his mother had been living on onions for
so long, this fare made the shepherd's hut seem like Heaven. Jack
started thinking he ought to move in. After all, they didn't own a
cat. However, as the sun started to set and the giants went to bed,
the mice came out.
If
Jack hadn't found that needle, well, they might have made an end of
him. They quickly learned to beware the needle's point, but Jack got
no sleep at all. He snuck out, ignominiously, about dawn, taking
only the needle, a chunk of cheese the size of his head, and wistful
memories of a 60 foot woman.
The
end
Prev.
Publ. In The
Simian Transcript
(book), 2010.
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