In the thin
air far in the clouds were three brothers of the giant’s kind.
Once in
their home land, was as peaceful as ever until an earthquake came. Everything
wobbled and jiggled and bounced around, hitting the wall as well as rolling out the house.
The oldest
looked down at mother earth and found specks of humans chopping something that
was connected to their home. The smallest fell through the cloud to get a
fight, but the humans had the last flick into the stalk. Up the cloud drifted,
and had left the smallest giant behind with his footprints.
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