Giant

I escape from the pondering giant as he relentlessly removes a common daffodil from the soil-moistened ground. He proceeds to capture the sent of the marvelous freshly blossomed flower, lifting the heavy weight of his masculine arm to the tip of his nose, merely crushing the buttery glowed incense. With an extreme satisfaction of this monsters intriguing weakness to daffodils, I decrease my sprint and outset on a slight jog. He’s not after me anymore I realize as I hint to myself that its okay to breath now. He’s still in my sight, though I’m far out of his. Feigning to reach my destination I pick back up my pace as I hear a ruptured shout in the distance, the direction of the beast. I startle myself as my body thrusts the way of the earsplitting uproar. I recognize that his eyes have met my little body. I struggle to glance at his vast, extensive fingers which do not hold the daffodil he once praised. “YOU HAVE MY FLOWER AGAIN” the monstrous giant accuses me. Shocked with his words of fury, I tend to release; “I didn’t steal the last one” leaning on earlier that morning when I stole his remarkable bouquet which I’d give my exquisite other when I definitively reach my home. A flock of fairies race swiftly by carrying the daffodil and the marvelous bouquet, as the giants raids and pounces on me, instantly crushing every bone in my body. As I pronounce to the dumbfounded giant “It wasn’t me, The fairies stole it.’