Your curiosity gets the better of you and you keep walking down the path. The trees continue to get bigger and bigger, and the path wider and wider, until you are no taller than the blades of grass that grow in small clumps along the path. You finally reach the end of the path and arrive at a huge log cabin. There is a space between the door and the threshold that is just small enough for you to crawl under.
Your eyes scan the huge interior of the cabin. It does not look like anyone is home. A few feet in front of you, about the length of a football field at you size, you see a peanut, still in the shell, in the midst of the vast, wooden floor, and you suddenly realize how hungry you are after walking so far. You run to the peanut, but to your disappointment, it is about the same size as you, and not only can you not budge it, but you cannot even make a dent in the rock-hard shell.
As you are struggling with the peanut, you hear what sounds like thunder in the distance, or maybe small tremors like an earthquake, and you feel the ground shake slightly under your feet. The tremors quickly become more violent and sound closer, and it hits you that this must be the giant coming home. You abandon the peanut and run for shelter across the now violently shaking ground to a nearby table. You reach the leg of the table and hide behind it just in time as the cabin door opens and in walks the greatest site you have ever seen with two booming steps. The giant lumberjack, the size of a mountain. He is wearing leather boots the size of buses, jeans, a flannel shirt with suspenders, and a wool hat covering his dark hair. High above he has a rough, manly face, although with something friendly about it and almost jolly, you think. He takes off his hat and puts it right on the table you are hiding under. You stare on in awe as the floorboards creak loudly as he bends down at the waist to untie his giant, leather boots. He steps out of the boots and you notice his socked footfalls are much more muffled, although they still boom and shake the ground. He peels off his sweaty socks (it looks like he has been working all day) and puts those on the table as well. As he begins to walk across the floor, his giant, bare feet thudding on the floorboards and sticky slightly as he raises them back up, you notice the peanut you were trying to eat right in his path. A shadow falls over the peanut just before the huge, bare foot comes crashing down on it with a boom. Your dumbstruck awe of the giant begins to give way to fear and concern for your well-being as you notice small details, such as the dust swooshing out from under the giant's foot as the heel came down on the peanut. You see the meaty skin of his heel compress and turn slightly white as the pressure on it increases. As the heel raises up, you see the remains of the peanut, which was as big as you, ground into a thousand pieces, some of which were stuck to the giant's heel, and others which lay in shambles on the floor. You shudder as you think what if that had been you.
The giant seems not to even notice as he continues walking across the room and lays down on a couch, propping up his huge, destructive feet, and falls asleep.
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