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the giant had been stomping through the town &
for years the townspeople would run to their meager dwellings
to escape his wrath,
for one never knew when he would strike them
or steal from them.

his moods being so unpredictable &
with no one to stop him,
he did as he pleased---
terrorizing the towns he’d make his way through,
keeping them in fear &
keeping them in check.

but one day a rock came flying from an area in the trees &
it struck the giant in the head---
though he didn’t fall,
he had been clocked pretty hard &
he turned quickly to dish out some choice violence 
upon s/he who had thrown the rock.

however,
there was no one in the forest when he went charging through &
for him,
this was a great shock,
because it was the first time that he’d ever been hit by anyone,
much less an enemy who got away---
he had been deprived of retaliation.

though the bump on his noggin was large, 
he did make it back to that down in time &
as he was stealing food from the house of a family that had fled in
horror,
he was hit again,
this time it happened to pelt him in the eye &
draw blood.

when his eye started to gush,
he turned, now disoriented &
not able to see clearly---
as he was wavering,
more rocks started to come from his left & right side,
hitting him all over his body---
while at first, it didn’t hurt that bad,
the onslaught began to draw blood all over him,
until finally he got on his knees to try & curl up in a ball---
the giant did roar &
it was louder than anything the inhabitants of the town had ever heard,
but the rocks did not stop coming.

soon, he had to lay down in a fetus position,
which as you might imagine was quite amusing to anyone watching,
for a giant in a fetus position is not something that one gets to see often---
still,
the rocks kept coming---
there were large ones,
small ones,
sharp ones &
rocks that split off in pieces when they hit his body---
they all came on like his own personal hurricane
developed just for him
to repay him for years of 
stealing & fearmongering.

no matter how hard he tried to focus his one good eye,
he couldn’t make out where all the rocks were coming from---
all he knew was that they hurt more & more
as the attack continued.

eventually,
though he did his best to cover his head,
the rocks smashed his skull so hard that his brains oozed out like
pudding &
the giant was dead---
so
very 
dead.
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