From their perch on the frozen rim of The Crater’s canopy, the pair bald eagles hear The Giant’s wild, frantic shouts. They’re tempted to flap wing and join him in landing his catch, but they know they must not go. They would want a piece of the take, hell they would want the whole thing, and while they are sure The Giant would happily oblige and feed them that which they’ve not yet the opportunity to catch, they shall let the strange creature have his day. Before they left the humble home of the vulture flock, The Vultress told them she’d seen The Giant out on the ice every day since her flock left The Sticks behind; every day he climbs the hill beside the waterfall pulling his wooden sled behind him, every day he sits in the cold underneath the burning fireball in the sky, and every day he returns to his Fishing Village with a bait bucket as empty as his stomach surely is.
Yes, this time they shall let The Giant have his day. Perhaps he will leave them a scrap in return. Perhaps he won’t, but perhaps – perhaps – he will, and so he is given the chance.
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