A Story for Shad
There once was a boy at the top of the hill. He was a kind and gentle soul who didn't often leave his home. When he did, it was to go to the small little garden he'd made on the downward slope of the hill. Once, on a trip to that very same garden, the boy tripped on a rock which sent him rolling down the hill. You would have thought he'd break a few bones on this roll as the hill was really quite high and quite steep, but he managed to remain entirely intact. However, upon standing, he found a group of very small, very frightened little people staring at him.
All this time alone in his house on the hill had left him unaware of the people that lived in the town below. Of course, he was entirely unaware of the town below at all. When he'd looked out, all he saw were dots of red and blue and yellow scattered all over. He'd thought they were a strange breed of flower when, in fact, they were the roofs of the houses of the people in the village below his hill. Had he known, the startled expressions on their faces would not have been so confusing to him, but as he looked around, he saw those same dots of red and blue and yellow. They were still very small to him considering the people that lived in them barely reached the top of his ankle and were smaller than his feet.
On the other hand, the little people had lived with the story of the giant on the hill that blocked out the sun sometimes and would squish you with his feet if you angered him. He was believed to be close to the gods and in control of the earthquakes that occasionally destroyed the homes of the little people below him. It was believed that if you did something the gods found displeasing, he would be sent out of his home to make the earth shake and break your homes and belongings.
All this time, the boy knew nothing of them and yet they feared him. As the little people stood there trembling, the boy knelt down beside them, carefully picking up their wagon and replacing the foods that had fallen out. This so surprised the little people that they could do nothing but stare at the boy, the giant from on top of the hill. All he did was smile and tip his hat, wishing them a good day in a deep, rumbling voice before retreating to his home on top of the hill. From that day on, the little people did not fear the boy or his intentions toward them and the boy did his best to keep from shaking the ground as he walked and helped them to make their homes better and stronger so that they would not be damaged as easily.
The End!