The Giant's Feast author's note

Many a moon has passed overhead since we last heard from our friends and their Giant and not so giant friends. I started out writing about this fine fellow, considering him something of a simple symbolic figure, I mean after all that's what giants are, right? I thought it would be a simple task to render a tail of Gigantic over-consumption and clever comeuppance. But you know something kind of strange happened as I wrote of our heroes exploits and adventures. I actually started to sort of like the guy and to feel a little sorry for him. The whole concept of an abandoned baby in the town- outgrowing his crib in a day- man it was hard to be hard on the guy and even harder to crash him in a fictional account. So then his true love has to show up- and believe me that was the last thing I was trying to write- a darned love story. Jeez you'd think I was regular author. I did not want for this story to linger in the romantic fluff realm, but I realize now that our hero is actually in love- and with a pretty lady giantess named Viola. And the dumbass young trio of drunken giants are on the loose in the valley, maybe heading towards our heroes hometown. And we have yet to meet the real Giant, owner of the house with the bell tower where we left off.  Well, I guess every story in life reveals itself layer by layer, and this story is going to get told whether I approve or not. So I'll keep telling it and we'll all see how it turns out.

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The Giant's Feast chapter 11

Viola sat him down and the head of the staircase and explained the situation. The house they were in was indeed the home of a giant. A benevolent giant, known unsurprisingly to the townspeople only as "The Giant", had built this massive structure himself. The section of the house Bertram had seen and bell tower had been specially constructed in miniature to accommodate the "normal" sized staff members and guests. There were other sections of the house made even smaller to accommodate the tiny villagers, should they ever stop by. 

The Giant had been away on a trip when the town was visited by a trio of younger giants. As is often the case with the young, they were looking for a party.  They quickly consumed the town's wine and cheese supply and roasted all the livestock. One them drunkenly stumbled into the fire pit and caught his pant leg on fire. He frantically hopped around, batting at his pant leg, smashing buildings and spreading flames as he went. Finally he came to the rivers edge and was able to extinguish the smoldering material. His friends quickly caught up with him and rolled about the fields in gales of laughter, recounting his inglorious  contortions.  Behind them the town burned as the sun set.

The surviving town folk quickly retreated to the relative safety of the Giant's house, following the sound of the distress bell, so valiantly rung by our new friend. They straggled up the same rocky hill that would so nearly been the undoing of Bertram, clutching what small possessions they could carry.  The young band of giants could be heard hooting and hollering up and down the valley until late that night. In the morning they were gone. 

The exhausted villagers met the following morning and discussed their options. It was decided that they would return to the village and attempt to recover anything of value and search for other survivors. They made their way to the top of the hillside and silently surveyed the smoldering ruins of the town below. The morning sun hung low in the smoke blue air, barely a light hole in the sky. The silence was broken by a low growling sound coming from the smoke below. Then from the shroud of smoke emerged Bertram, scrambling up the steep hillside, clutching a satchel and overcoat.  Fearing for their lives, the villagers scattered as he neared the top of the hill. 

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The Giant's Feast chapter 10

I'm not sure of the lineage of other storybook giants, but  our dear protagonist was actually the child of normal sized parents. The young couple were very poor but much in love and looking forward to having a delightful baby. When the little fellow started doubling in size every day, they were concerned. When he could no longer fit in his crib after a week and had to be moved to the bed, they were worried. When he was too big to fit in the building and he could eat their entire month's supply of food in one sitting, they were bankrupt and desperate. Things quickly spiraled out of control. The only option, sad as it was, was to leave the young fellow on the steps of the orphanage. They didn't even have a basket big enough to hold him, and had to just leave a little note. It was all very heartbreaking, really.  The note read simply,  "please take care of our boy, he has grown too large".

Being the only giant at the orphanage, they simply named him the Giant and moved on. When you're the only giant in the town, it's pretty obvious who you are. 

Thusly does our giant friend find himself, years later, in the uncomfortable situation with the young lady giant in the belfry. He could only reply " I am the Giant", which sounded totally silly to him the minute the words left his lips. She didn't laugh, but rolled her eyes and said, "I see you are writing your own reviews now as well!" His cheeks flushed and he was a loss for words. She stepped towards and took his arm. "Well my name is Viola, and we'll just have to come up with a name for you". Looking out across the wide valley, she tapped her forehead thoughtfully. Then she turned to him and said "I have it, you are to be named Bertram. It was my grandfather's name and it would suit you well." She then held her hand out and shook his hand. "A pleasure to meet you Bertram" she said with  mock formality. He held her outstretched hand and said, "It is indeed a pleasure to meet you as well Viola". 

There they stood for moment, unsure of what to do next. Bertram finally broke the silence.

"What are you ringing this bell for"? he asked. Viola's expression went suddenly dark, here eyes narrowing. "The bell is an alarm to warn people in the town", she said as she looked anxiously out the window. Bertram was puzzled for a moment. Then, envisioning the sorry state of the mostly burning and unpopulated town he had just passed, he asked "What are you warning them about"? Viola leaned close to him and whispered one word. "Giants" .

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