Chapter #6The friendly, giant lumberjack by: Unknown You are trembling with fear as you push open the door just enough to peep your head through, and say, "hello" in the shakiest voice you have ever heard. As your eyes scan the room you are met with an awesome sight. On the far side of the room is the largest man you have ever seen, laying on the largest couch you have ever seen. You cannot tell how tall he is as he is laying down, but if he were to stand up to full height, you would guess he would be about 9 feet tall. He is wearing a worn pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. In addition to his great height, he seems to have a massive build, a large barrel chest and broad shoulders. He has short, curly dark hair and a beard. Your eyes come to rest on the giant, wide pair of bare feet resting on the armrest of the couch, which had to be close to 24 inches long.
"Hello there, little man!" Booms the giant in a hearty voice, which sounded friendly, but the volume startled you so much that you almost fell over backward and trembled even more. "Don't be afraid, i won't hurt you. Come on in and have a seat. Make yourself at home," says the giant, gesturing to a chair. This is pretty reassuring, so you gain some confidence and walk in and have a seat on an armchair, which is so big you have to climb up onto it. The giant remains in his position on the couch. "I don't get much company in these parts. Tell me, friend, what brings you here?"
You explain the strange events of the day, and how you are lost, tired, and hungry. "Well, I d have some food to spare, and I would be glad to have some company for a while," says the giant. Although you look into his big, smiling friendly face and blue eyes while he talks, you can't help but keep glancing at the large, meaty bare soles resting on the armrest. They are the biggest feet you have ever seen and you try to figure what size shoe he takes. The giant sporadically flexes his feet, stretching them out and spreading his toes, then scrunching them, crossing his feet and uncrossing them. They look so meaty and soft, and maybe a little sweaty. They are also a little dirty. You can tell the giant is clearly a working man, but aside from some slight callouses on the balls and heels of his feet, they look pretty well taken care of. You are mesmerized by the wrinkles and ridges of his footprint, spreading like a landscape across the vast, wide sole.
The giant seems to notice you staring at his feet. "Hey, since I am helping you out, would you mind doing me a favor? I have been working all day and my feet are tired and aching. Would you mind rubbing them for me?" He stretches his foot as he asks and rotates his ankle in a way that catches your eye even more.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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