Three Knitted Giant Ties
Around Mayfield, daytime. Open to all.
[There is a giant Rose walking down the street. Streets, sometimes. She seems to be pretty calm considering she's suddenly bigger than she could ever be, but this is Rose we are talking about. At least her clothes grew with her. God bless long concealing 50's skirts and stupidly long dark socks too.
Perhaps you see her pass? Perhaps she stood on your car. Or maybe she's about to squish you to death? Either way you should let her know. Out of all the weirdness going on she doesn't really mind this bit that she has to live through. She's almost smiling without trying to hiding it, even, but that's mostly because only the rest of the giant population would be able to tell, and those are easy to spot.]
[There is a giant Rose walking down the street. Streets, sometimes. She seems to be pretty calm considering she's suddenly bigger than she could ever be, but this is Rose we are talking about. At least her clothes grew with her. God bless long concealing 50's skirts and stupidly long dark socks too.
Perhaps you see her pass? Perhaps she stood on your car. Or maybe she's about to squish you to death? Either way you should let her know. Out of all the weirdness going on she doesn't really mind this bit that she has to live through. She's almost smiling without trying to hiding it, even, but that's mostly because only the rest of the giant population would be able to tell, and those are easy to spot.]