“Fummmm,” the giant muttered. “Feeeeeeeee….”
Jack glanced down, spotting a minuscule metal ovoid near his foot. Kneeling down, he saw a tiny honking goose, no larger than his thumbnail, laying tiny golden eggs.
Suddenly, a spot of blood appeared on his hand.
“Ow!” he cried. Then he glimpsed the tiny male figure, dressed all in green, a fresh arrow nocked in his little bow.