the first story

THE STORY OF THE LAST GIANT

at first the giants were really giant. they reached for the stars with the crowns of their heads. the air they breathed was the thin air of the upper atmosphere. the people were so small, the cowered under rocks when the giants walked by, not even noticing the small humans below. but time passed, and as it did, each new generation of giants was smaller, not noticeable at first, but after a while grandparents could carry their grandchildren around long after they had fully grown. they became sad, and the humans no longer cowered when they came near. soon there were just a few giants left, 50, then 25 then just about a dozen or so, and then, there was one giant left. he roamed around looking for others like him, but there were only humans, and they did not always notice that he was a giant. and when they did, they laughed and poked him with spears.