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Giant of the Black Forest (Part 2)
I know that you must be very worried for poor Nell, all alone in the darkest forest with horrendous beasts — but you mustn’t be too concerned, for something wonderful is about to happen.
Though he had never seen one, to the giant’s eyes she looked like a tiny porcelain doll, with real fabric ruffles and soft, silky hair. At first, he was too frightened of breaking her to touch her.
For her part, Nell had been frightened out of her wits when the giant came tromping through the woods, peered down at her through a cloud of bristles and mustache dappled with brambles and coniferous needles and sap and branches, and slammed onto his backside. Nell could not run, as she had taken herself to one of those tight-knit clearings. She sat huddled in a shaking ball until the proportion of discomfort to fear reversed.
She peeped up at him, and there the gargantuan man-thing sat, still staring. Nothing much to lose, Nell thought, and waved.
The giant did not wave back. He had never been among civilized persons. His form was humanoid, but he was the only him…
